Tears and a joke (dedicated to Mr. Surfer)(just the joke)
A page in the diary "Good mourning!"
Written by Luise 16. Dec 2007 09:38 AM
Hi diary and everybody out there,
it is late at night, much too late for me, as I have to get up at 6.00 a.m. tomorrow morning because I fly to spain at 8.40 a.m.
I've just had the usual crying spell about canada and thought I write a bit. Jonathan. His name was Jonathan. I never told you his name.
Not long ago I thought about what I would do if I knew I had only half a year left to live. My honest answer: I would take a plane to canada as fast as I can. Just to look in his eyes, smell his smell, touch him a last time. There's nothing I crave more. Still. This would be my only wish, the most important thing before I die.
I am ok. Really. I just miss him so much.
Don't know when I formed the habit to lay my forehead against his, as an act of affection. I was almost close enough to his funny brain to read his thoughts!
Back home, we both bought webcams and talked via Skype. To say goodbye, we both layed our forehead against the monitor screen to simulate the "forehead hug".
We have lived so many good things. It's the best and saddest story I've ever lived.
I will be in spain for the next week to find a room and visit some government agencies. I am an Emigrant!
The last two weeks were stressful, I felt like running a marathon through my life. But tomorrow, when I'm sitting in the airplane with my iPod and my book, I will be fine. Tomorrow is my day off – the first one after two or three weeks, weekends included – and I won't stress myself to do anything. Maybe I take a look at the sea. Or maybe I just sleep in. Or maybe I stay in bed with a book and only go out for a coffee.
I like airports. I always buy journals or a book, I just can't resist.
I am looking forward to being alone, a foreigner in a foreign country, just me and my diary – and my memories. I am never really alone.
Exploring a foreign country contains the perfect measure of adventure for me. Not too scary, but not boring at all!
That was a bit of all and nothing, but at least the tears have dried.
Here's a french joke I told my boys on the camino santiago:
Why are the indians cold?
Because Christopher Columbus dis-covered them.
(They don't have a cover anymore, so they are cold, just in case you didn't understand. The original is supplemented by a drawing of two naked indians shivering and Christopher Columbus with their blankets, smiling gleefully.)
Ha! Works also in english!
I wish you all a good time, will write surely from spain. Internet is everywhere.
Love & hugs,
Luise.