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I`m very sorry about your turning home.
I ever saw a picture of meeting you
you somewhere under papaya trees..paradise.
i`m still sure that this will happen.
now i see you as a piece of a puzzle with some more
edges then the hole you
left 14 month ago needs to be filled. its sad, but a
very wonderful
description; your words about your feelings inside.
your revolving thoughts, the flat
stories around like soap operas and the silver string
is pulling you back
south.
this thoughts are holding me alive. I`m in military
service now. for luck,
its only two weeks. beautiful skies are singing
friendly melodies, birds,
fresh green forests and peaceful rivers around me.
nights full of brightest stars
give me a incredible feeling and at this moment i`m
near myself and its a
special enjoy.
around me uniform faces, a group of poors, primitive
orders,
low-level-dicussions. i`m here without gun. i`ts my
little sign against the system. often,
i`m sitting around, cleaning rooms or- if i get lucky-
i catch my sportshoes
and go jogging. we`re living under the floor. its a
catastrophe-rescue
building like there are millions in switzerland. 160
men and 7 showers. no daylight,
no feeling for the time. I`m a soldier, lowest
possible level in this
ladder. i have to do what mister
"i-give-the-ordesr-here" orders. its bad, but its
not to bad. i never cross the line, i`m to proud to
polish someones shoes in
this club here.
today, we went into the forest very early, we`ve been
trained against
chemical and bioligic weapons and learned how to help
other soldiers after
accidents. or shooting others down. now they are
shooting. i took these hours and
escaped a little bit, walked to the lovely village by
the lake nd found this
small restaurant with the violet dressed woman behind
the wooden bar. the sun
burns on my skin and`m a little bit masochistic under
the heat. i like it very
much, it remembers me always the holidays and it feels
being free.
i printed out your e-mail and took it here with me,
read it again. "feel
like sitting on a lotus flower..."beautiful! you know
the story about siddharta
in the lotus flower?
its not that you habe been left behind. you took the
other road. with all
the things you met, all the poeple you took in your
heart, all the colourful
experiences away from canada you lost some little keys
for the stories at home.
its not good, its not bad.
time`s so important. maybe you feel better now, a
little bit different
already. some new stories opened their orrst to you.
canada is embedding you
slowly, it becomes softer and everything looks nice
and more natural and really ok
from day to day.
my birthday is on the 25 of august. i was born in
wattwil, switzerland.
5.50 pm, 1974. its a little village in the mountains.
poeple know whatis right
or wrong and conservative is right. but its not like
in the states, its to
live with. a lot of farmers in the green hills and
mountains around and farmers
childs in the school. not big industries, not big
tourism. nothing big, its a
litle bit a poor region (poor in switzerland?)
growing up is great there. i think its better then in
the cities. you see
cows and natural fields and lot of adventure forests
and ruins of a fortress
and you hear the birds in the morning. and after
midnight, you hear the bells
of the cows far away. i felt the changing of the
seasons and drank fresh water
from the little river.
if i`m gonna have children, i
want to live outside a
city. its important to experience nature, to
experience where we`re coming
from, to experience respect. it must not be
switzerland. i will let it flow.
...what are you doing now? you will stay in
vancouver? which is your
address there?
i feel so good recieve words from you and its very
valuable to feel you in
my heart.
I`m allowed to kiss you?
posted by Lady Leisure @ 4:49 PM
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