If you google image search for "wrath" you'll find mostly stuff related to videogames.
I'd dreamt of dying, I'd dreamt of killing. But never, like last night, had I dreamt of killing my self.
Whilst life was fading away, the light growing dimmer, the blood flowing out, I heard a familiar voice that said in Spanish "but don't! deep inside you are very important to me".
The depths of my skull and the depths of her feelings, I dreamt, can only be reached with one same bullet.
I dreamt.
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Chinese President Hu Jintao (3rd, R), Kazakh President Nursultan Nazarbayev (3rd, L), Kyrgyz President Kurmanbek Bakiyev (2nd, R), Russian President Vladimir Putin (2nd, L), Tajik President Emomali Rakhmonov (1st, R) and Uzbek President Islam Karimov (1st, L) plant a magnolia tree to commemorate the 5th anniversary of the founding of the Shanghai Cooperation Organization (SCO) at
a hotel in western Shanghai, east China on June 14, 2006.
Planting a tree and seeing it grow, is supposed to be a way to remind one of his past, and of the path that's been walked to get here. And when it's large and tall one can say with a smile "ohh I saw it grow". Well, I've lost track of the couple of trees I've planted, but I saw this one building grow. I saw it last night, and I realized it is now finished, it is up and it is running, people are living and working in it, laughing, deciding, creating, getting bored. And for that to be, hundreds or thousands had to work, sweat and maybe die.
And after all that, I'm standing in the same place. I saw it grow, but I didn't see my self grow. It is amazing, how some things are easier to build than other. It is amazing, how some of us refuse to grow, and how, when the trees reach the sky , we say "oh, I saw it grow" and we cry.
A sandwich on the Adriatic.
In this time and day one eats them almost daily. We are so used to them, from the most simple ones to the expensive franchise-sold ones. But this is was a special type of sandwich, it was of the type one makes for himself, of the type one goes to the supermarket explicitly to buy ingredients for.
This particular trip to the store was quite swift, for in that little island off the Dalmatian coast supermarkets close their doors at noon on Sundays. It was also quite interesting because one of the two future sandwich eaters had to wait outside on the watch for a boat. A rather futile watch, for a single guy who could speak no balkanic language was most unlikely to talk the boat driver, for such a large vessel, into waiting 5 minutes for his friend who was on the hunt for salami.
Why this two nice little fellas were stationed in such as unlikely place as Korčula is beyond the scope of this tale.
So it was salami, bread and some nice sort of cheese. In just the correct ratios as to serve as a good meal for this two guys, who expected to be sitting on the upper deck of a boat for thirteen hours and were rather surprised when they were seated in a kind of living room with two doors to the outer sea-splashed deck.
It was indeed a really good sandwich when the time came for it to be prepared and eaten, there, in the fancy living room of a Split-bound boat. The other passengers, which weren't many, paid all possible attention the the softball world cup finale which was being broadcast into the numerous TV sets. What exactly is softball and why do Croats like it so much is, up till now, a mystery for me.
It was accompanied by box juice and tap watter stored in a beautiful Vodavoda bottle.
But what was really nice about that sandwich was that it was eaten on the Adriatic, that out side was a nice, cold, salty breeze. That the cheese was rather strong, and the salami very dry, and that outside was the sea. The softball game couldn't matter less. The boat, the sea, the wind, the waves, the cold.
It might have looked, from the inside, like a fancy floating Denny's, the checkered squares on the flag and the sports fans could be irritating, but it was the sea, the cold, the wind, the salt, the cheese and the salami which made that an unforgettable sandwich. A taste I can clearly remember.
And after dinner, came sunset.
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