numb

Venit la 1 noaptea acasa in Pajura. Gasit homeless pe scari, cu capul in maini, numb. Intrat in casa, cautat prin frigider. Doua beri si niste branza de vaci cu smantana. Atat. Dus la homeless o bere, branza, paine si un mar. Si tigari. Stat cu homeless de vorba in scara blocului. Era cu siguranta baut si suparat. Insa coerent. Fumat tigara alaturi de homeless. Homeless confuz in privinta a ceea ce-l doare si daca il doare. Homeless foarte mahnit (suna extrem de stupid, stiu). Eu numb. Homeless se plange ca nu a mai facut baie de mult timp. Eu la fel de numb. Dus homeless intr-un loc mai putin vizibil pentru ceilalti locatari. Homeless spune ca vrea sa fie singur. Stat cu homeless intr-o tacere de mormant. Satori?
Dat la homeless 500 de mii. Homeless ma intreaba ce sa faca cu ei. Eu sugerez mancare sau bautura. Homeless nu e convis de utilitatea celor doua si a banilor. Homeless pare un intelept. Homeless spune ca nici tigara nu mai intra. Lasat homeless sa doarma.
Ajuns acasa incasat perdaf. Homeless vazut ca piaza rea. De ce tocmai el sa fie cel cu care am comunicat, dintre atatia? Raspuns deocamdata necunoscut. Perdaf continua, si e indreptatit. Siguranta celorlalti e mai presus de toate. Cazut pe ganduri… Si intr-un final, numb.

Posted by PamPas on April 29th, 2007 Filed in stuff

One Response to “numb”

  1. Ligia Says:
    May 2nd, 2007 at 6:12 am

    How about projection? Once I bought food for a homeless, long, silver-haired elderly lady looking like Glenda the witch. An apparition she was, and lived in the train station where she sold tiny hand-made post cards. I left the food next to her gently, and prepared for my retreat. Wakign up suddenly, she started blasting me in the open, the whole station pretending not to hear. What the lady said woke me up from my dream of being a nice girl “I chose the freedom to check out from the world. If you want to give, then, give me what I am asking for(money), not what you think I need.” So, yes, I am yet to get that level of faith.

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