Willy manages to get up .The shoes are shackled to one another with heavy chains. He wobbles but doesn't fall. He takes a deep breath and steadies himself. Still not in complete control. He takes a step forward. Can't take a long stride. The chains drag along the ground with heavy sound. Willy feels dizzy, like after a few drinks. He smiles and walks slowly. Clang! Clang! Clang!.. Better. People around stare at him but Willy looks straight ahead. Walk! Walk! Walk! He starts feeling lighter. Willy is released from the last of his emotional burdens. He is no more answerable to anyone nor he needs to prove anything to anyone. Great! Willy can finally do what he wants to do. But the shackles? He looks down. Shackles have disappeared. Willy is amused. Bad memories? Well, good luck to new life! He marches on......
Monday, October 25, 2010
There are fifty seven stone-steps going down into the jungle. They open out into a square surrounded by huge trees. A hammock swings between, probably two of the oldest but strongest trees of the forest. These trees go almost hundred feet up into the sky. Just beyond the hammock a stream flows making a rippling sound as it rolls on the pebbles.
I climb down the last step, take off my haversack and lie on the hammock. The sun comes up from behind the mountains creating a golden glow. With the chirping of birds the jungle is waking up. Wind picks up and swings the hammock. I close my eyes and think I could lie down here forever.