I have died. Few times. First few times were accidentally; they just happened.
I got scared, every time anew, I did not like dying at first. Dying is an acquired taste.
(...)
The realisation what it was all about came about four, five years ago.
Now get ready, buckle up u'r seatbelts for some trivial biographic info.
I lived with a guy for 9 years. Was his water bearer and firewood cutter. Well, if I were a man I would have done those things, but I just cleaned, cooked, fucked and earned our living for few years.
Then I got sick; from one day to the other I could not get out of bed. He disappeard.
There I was, 48 and no more life. Two little children whom I could not take care of any more. No money. He took my savings, as I am no good with money.
Friends gone. I could not walk. Taking a shower became a day-task.
I have laid there for two years. Maybe three.
Then, accidentally, a medicine helped. A bit. Unexpectedly. Thanks to a thinking MD, two Thinking MD's.
I only want to give u the basic info. Don't feel like describing the shit in detalis.
But the I laid, 48 and nothing to expect. Except years of death before dying.
Years of being buried alive.
And then there was China, and that mountain in Nepal.
And there I was having my boys, 13 and 15, come and visit me, flying all the way to that little village, middle no-where China, by them selves, feeling themselves real grown ups. And there I was running with them in Empty Beijing, yes, Empty.
And now I can say, I died. I have resurrected. Nothing can hurt me, nothing can touch me, inveisible.
I got scared, every time anew, I did not like dying at first. Dying is an acquired taste.
(...)
The realisation what it was all about came about four, five years ago.
Now get ready, buckle up u'r seatbelts for some trivial biographic info.
I lived with a guy for 9 years. Was his water bearer and firewood cutter. Well, if I were a man I would have done those things, but I just cleaned, cooked, fucked and earned our living for few years.
Then I got sick; from one day to the other I could not get out of bed. He disappeard.
There I was, 48 and no more life. Two little children whom I could not take care of any more. No money. He took my savings, as I am no good with money.
Friends gone. I could not walk. Taking a shower became a day-task.
I have laid there for two years. Maybe three.
Then, accidentally, a medicine helped. A bit. Unexpectedly. Thanks to a thinking MD, two Thinking MD's.
I only want to give u the basic info. Don't feel like describing the shit in detalis.
But the I laid, 48 and nothing to expect. Except years of death before dying.
Years of being buried alive.
And then there was China, and that mountain in Nepal.
And there I was having my boys, 13 and 15, come and visit me, flying all the way to that little village, middle no-where China, by them selves, feeling themselves real grown ups. And there I was running with them in Empty Beijing, yes, Empty.
And now I can say, I died. I have resurrected. Nothing can hurt me, nothing can touch me, inveisible.