I promise myself many things, but remember one experience… … the Bard sang
A few years ago, Z. called on me and said that one of our mutual acquaintances had ended up in Vrapca? We decided to visit our friend He had landed up there after a little domestic melt-down in which plates flew. He was a student, living with his mother, and his wife correctly decided to take measures and call the police. He landed up in the madhouse for three months. Classic. Z briefed everything to me Z while we travelled there
We found “I” easily, and the meeting impressed me. We were not close, he was rather young, I had not known him long but after not having seen him for a couple of months I scarcely recognised him. The student of martial sports now was a fat sleepyhead who appeared to have just enough strength smile at us.
-If you ever end up in here, just cooperate. Just cooperate.
That is, more or less, all that “I” could say. Then he added that he remembered Christ, but it was very unintelligible and it proved to be him, drugged, something hard to explain coherently. Just cooperate, just cooperate, he repeated his bottom line. No thanks, I have intention of landing up here, both Z and I thought to ourselves and we heaved a sigh of relief as we finally left.
“Just cooperate” passed constantly through my head while I marched very, very unsteadily towards the dragon in uniform. But it was somehow clear that they wanted to get rid of me and not to admit me, so my insecurity escalated. However all the same I did not stop the mantra: just cooperate…
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I promise myself many things, but remember one experience…
… the Bard sang
A few years ago, Z. called on me and said that one of our mutual acquaintances had ended up in Vrapca? We decided to visit our friend He had landed up there after a little domestic melt-down in which plates flew. He was a student, living with his mother, and his wife correctly decided to take measures and call the police. He landed up in the madhouse for three months. Classic. Z briefed everything to me Z while we travelled there
We found “I” easily, and the meeting impressed me. We were not close, he was rather young, I had not known him long but after not having seen him for a couple of months I scarcely recognised him. The student of martial sports now was a fat sleepyhead who appeared to have just enough strength smile at us.
-If you ever end up in here, just cooperate. Just cooperate.
That is, more or less, all that “I” could say. Then he added that he remembered Christ, but it was very unintelligible and it proved to be him, drugged, something hard to explain coherently. Just cooperate, just cooperate, he repeated his bottom line. No thanks, I have intention of landing up here, both Z and I thought to ourselves and we heaved a sigh of relief as we finally left.
“Just cooperate” passed constantly through my head while I marched very, very unsteadily towards the dragon in uniform. But it was somehow clear that they wanted to get rid of me and not to admit me, so my insecurity escalated. However all the same I did not stop the mantra: just cooperate…
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