OFF THE LIMOUSINE 21
... NJ/NYC ... HIKE ...
DAY6
Farewell lunch with Sunlee, who stayed a little longer to chat. He shaved his beard and looked 20 years younger. I’m afraid I have a similar condition, which I don’t want to aggravate too much. Everyone who joined in was really happy that we talked openly about so many different topics. I finally found one of my favorite Lebanese coffees, and wanted to share it with everybody and… turned out that people who used to s.c. States ‘quality’ can’t drink it. Interesting. I ate blue potatoes for the first time in my life. Sunlee was a fisherman, he knew a lot about international fish, so to speak, he found a shop in the neighborhood with fresh ones and of course we ate non-Baltic cod. He had one funny saying, if you hit 10 on his view on anything – seriously faced “Correct”. His last puzzle was “What is the most unconscious factor in a beer evaluation?” I said: “Color” and smiley Sunlee: “Correct”.
HOBOKEN NJ
It’s a Strange Amazing feeling when your whole life up to now, surrounded by a crowd of people, has been about organizing, arranging, creating, playing/acting, directing, producing, being in the spotlight, etc. And with all that experience, you step aside and, without interfering with reality, you humbly begin to look for a place, also within yourself, to converse with it. As if you were looking for a new attitude, a new life, a new blessing, to find a Wife with whom you will constantly talk and cultivate the Land of Dialogue for the rest of your life and much longer. Or, In Other Words, to help/not interfere with reality to find a MIRROR for Yourself. Such is the not-quite-loneliness of a long-distance runner anymore, on the last stretch before the finish line. Every corner of every house becomes a potential / hopeful place from which SHE will finally appear. If it’s not beautiful, what else IS.
I ate my first fast food on Willow Street: a kebab with shrimps, (pl krewewetka~bloodEweave) which wasn’t actually on the extensive list. But in the end, that’s the least of its / their problems. In this rich neighborhood/city, quite different from the previous one, not far around the corner, I found my favorite socio-invention, a public shelf for donating/exchanging books. And perhaps there would be nothing unusual about this if I hadn’t found a complement/fulfillment/extension of the birdhouse content around the next corner. I remembered that as a child we used to hunt for these used disposable “lightsabers” to cross them once, imagine the final battle between Good and Evil, and hear the wonderful clash of the clash.
And again, just around the another corner, more content that complements / fulfillments / extensions of / for the story that has begun, full of various hopes.
There were quite a few interventions that day; there must have been sparks flying from hidden places. Or from hidden persons, either.
