25 October 2010: Trespassing

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Lost on the other side

I get lost with a little boy in my arms in a place we are not allowed to be.

 

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I am now seventy-one years young. I look forward to the future with both trepidation and joy. It will anyway be good.  Chreel has been ill in hospital for a week, but it seems that she will come home tomorrow. I am looking forward to it.

 

—– ooOO – OOoo —–

 

I was with a woman inside a hospital. I had a little boy with me too, who I was carrying. He was perhaps a couple of years old. I took the boy out with me and along the way I thought I could find my way back. But no, I could not.

I came anyway to a large hall where many craftsmen were working with electrical things. It was like a building site in its final phase.

I went out again and into another large room where the white uniformed ladies were walking around.

The head nurse came over to me and said: “This is a sterile area here you are not allowed”. She was a strict woman. Eventually she lightened up and became friendlier.

Meanwhile, I carried the little boy with me, first in my arms and then against my chest. I liked him, frankly even loved him. No-one was allowed to hurt him, he slept all the time. At that point, the dream faded away.

I was probably on the other side where I really should not get to be but was brought there in any case.

 

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“I look forward to the future with both trepidation and joy. It will anyway be good.”

 

 

 

 

 

“I was probably on the other side where I really should not get to be but was brought there in any case.”