Book: Postcards from the world. Page 2
Say often die at dawn. For years, I woke up at four in the morning, stood up and waited for the fateful hour. I opened a book or turned on the TV. Sometimes out on the street. I died at seven in the evening. Nothing unusual had happened. The world has always caused me a vague anxiety. And this anxiety was suddenly.
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MegaMozg 07-01-2017 / 21:52
I lived in Zurich. The obituary wrote that I ascended to our Father's house. In fact, I rushed from the sixth floor.
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MegaMozg 07-01-2017 / 21:52
Enough to be distracted for just a second. I fell down the stairs, thinking, what toothpaste to buy.
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MegaMozg 07-01-2017 / 21:52
I tried it both ways, but I lacked confidence. In the end I hung up.
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MegaMozg 07-01-2017 / 21:52
I am one of those who at the death was in order.
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MegaMozg 07-01-2017 / 21:52
I never understood those who are not afraid of death. Now I understand them even less.
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MegaMozg 07-01-2017 / 21:52
"Sorry to leave you," said my wife. She squeezed my hands. No one shall clasp our hand, when we are well. No.
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MegaMozg 07-01-2017 / 21:52
I died at seven in the morning. It is necessary to something to start the day.
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MegaMozg 07-01-2017 / 11:46
