Sunday, 8 March. Confusion about a ‘date’
Awake at 08.00. That’s too early! Turn around one more time. Oops 11.00!
Sitting on the balcony to do some writing.
12.00 To the village.
When I was having my usual real coffee at Perky Beans with toast, a Dutch girl (also sitting there) almost jumped at me.
“You are from Holland?” (What, is it written on my forehead?). And even before I could answer, she started: "I am volunteer, but I am sick. I was anorexic before and now it started again. I feel shit, am all alone, don’t know what to do, don’t know where to go."
So, I layed down the newspaper I was trying to read, walked up to her (but didn’t sit down, want to do my own things), layed my hand on her shoulder and told her to to go to the OM Family.
To go to Sagar for a Reiki, a healing. For sure he could help her to calm down, give her back her selfconfidence. (Her answer: I did a Reiki at that and that place, but it didn’t do a thing).
Well, I said, so you went to the wrong place. Really, you should try Sagar.
And before she could start again I walked back to my table (sorry, my coffee is getting cold) and picked up the newspaper again.
After 10 minutes she got up, a deep sigh, thank you and there she went, into he opposite direction of Sagar. Okay, I tried, but my intuition was right: don’t take her on your shoulders, waist of energy. A few days later I saw her on the street, with another girl, who looked a bit desperate: leave me alone on her face. So, the Dutch girl found some one to cling on to, she did not really wanted help, she wanted company to complaint to about her life, someone who listened to her, but not to listen to what the other person said to her. Pfff, I made a nice escape there!
In the Nepali Times the weatherman reports that the temperature is rising: 28-30 C. Nice! Even the evenings are nice to sit outside, without 3 layers on.
To the Internet to send some emails and as usual I have to hurry to be in time outside the school.
The Euro keeps going up: 100.24 today (on 14 March it is 103.55 and still going up).
Arriving at the house Mongol hands over my taperecorder: he sang some songs on the minicasette.
Time for homework. I sat down with Bimal. He was reading his English, but being such a dreamer, he is not really looking at the text. Just trying to go over it as quick as possible. But not today mate: start at the beginning, read and speak, just as long as you’ve got it right! He is very capable of speaking correct English, he is just not concentrated/interested enough. Prefers to daydream, to go to his room to make drawings. I almost have to tie him down on his chair, until he realizes that today there is no escape, his ‘puppy-eyes’ are not working on me today.
So, finally he gives in and in the end he even starts to enjoy it, asks me to explain words he does not understand. Well, some progress made, at least for today!
When I was at 18.30 at H.E., they said I had to go to Mountain Villa, somebody was waiting there for me. I ran quickly up here, thinking it was Maria. But……. it was the Headmaster.
On the message I left in the office at school I wrote in Greek Alphabet Gia sou Maria mou, in which note I wrote I hoped we could meet for a coffee or dinner together, to talk about her experiences and with the invitation for the picnic and Pizza-evening. In the office of course they could not read that the message was ment to be for Maria (although I told that to the teacher on duty at that time) so they passed the message on ........ to the Principal!
And there he was, nervous, babbling about being busy, mentioning a few times ‘my wife’. Ohoh, he thought I was after a ‘date’ with him???
We had a tea together, talked a bit, and then he said he had to go. He left as if thunder and lightning was going to strike him.
But not after he first told me to be at the school Thursday morning at 9.45 English time! Meaning punctual. There it is: Tika-ceremony.
Back at H.E. everybody already finished dinner, which was fine with me.
Checking on Kayshani, she was feeling a bit better, still a rough cough though and I told her to stay also home tomorrow, to have energy and being free of her cold for Tuesday: Holi!
Up to my room, where I got mixed vegetable fried rice served on my balcony. Dinner by candle-light!
Writing in my diary until 23.00 and time to blow the candle and close my eyes.
Suba Rathri.
Sitting on the balcony to do some writing.
12.00 To the village.
When I was having my usual real coffee at Perky Beans with toast, a Dutch girl (also sitting there) almost jumped at me.
“You are from Holland?” (What, is it written on my forehead?). And even before I could answer, she started: "I am volunteer, but I am sick. I was anorexic before and now it started again. I feel shit, am all alone, don’t know what to do, don’t know where to go."
So, I layed down the newspaper I was trying to read, walked up to her (but didn’t sit down, want to do my own things), layed my hand on her shoulder and told her to to go to the OM Family.
To go to Sagar for a Reiki, a healing. For sure he could help her to calm down, give her back her selfconfidence. (Her answer: I did a Reiki at that and that place, but it didn’t do a thing).
Well, I said, so you went to the wrong place. Really, you should try Sagar.
And before she could start again I walked back to my table (sorry, my coffee is getting cold) and picked up the newspaper again.
After 10 minutes she got up, a deep sigh, thank you and there she went, into he opposite direction of Sagar. Okay, I tried, but my intuition was right: don’t take her on your shoulders, waist of energy. A few days later I saw her on the street, with another girl, who looked a bit desperate: leave me alone on her face. So, the Dutch girl found some one to cling on to, she did not really wanted help, she wanted company to complaint to about her life, someone who listened to her, but not to listen to what the other person said to her. Pfff, I made a nice escape there!
In the Nepali Times the weatherman reports that the temperature is rising: 28-30 C. Nice! Even the evenings are nice to sit outside, without 3 layers on.
To the Internet to send some emails and as usual I have to hurry to be in time outside the school.
The Euro keeps going up: 100.24 today (on 14 March it is 103.55 and still going up).
Arriving at the house Mongol hands over my taperecorder: he sang some songs on the minicasette.
Time for homework. I sat down with Bimal. He was reading his English, but being such a dreamer, he is not really looking at the text. Just trying to go over it as quick as possible. But not today mate: start at the beginning, read and speak, just as long as you’ve got it right! He is very capable of speaking correct English, he is just not concentrated/interested enough. Prefers to daydream, to go to his room to make drawings. I almost have to tie him down on his chair, until he realizes that today there is no escape, his ‘puppy-eyes’ are not working on me today.
So, finally he gives in and in the end he even starts to enjoy it, asks me to explain words he does not understand. Well, some progress made, at least for today!
When I was at 18.30 at H.E., they said I had to go to Mountain Villa, somebody was waiting there for me. I ran quickly up here, thinking it was Maria. But……. it was the Headmaster.
On the message I left in the office at school I wrote in Greek Alphabet Gia sou Maria mou, in which note I wrote I hoped we could meet for a coffee or dinner together, to talk about her experiences and with the invitation for the picnic and Pizza-evening. In the office of course they could not read that the message was ment to be for Maria (although I told that to the teacher on duty at that time) so they passed the message on ........ to the Principal!
And there he was, nervous, babbling about being busy, mentioning a few times ‘my wife’. Ohoh, he thought I was after a ‘date’ with him???
We had a tea together, talked a bit, and then he said he had to go. He left as if thunder and lightning was going to strike him.
But not after he first told me to be at the school Thursday morning at 9.45 English time! Meaning punctual. There it is: Tika-ceremony.
Back at H.E. everybody already finished dinner, which was fine with me.
Checking on Kayshani, she was feeling a bit better, still a rough cough though and I told her to stay also home tomorrow, to have energy and being free of her cold for Tuesday: Holi!
Up to my room, where I got mixed vegetable fried rice served on my balcony. Dinner by candle-light!
Writing in my diary until 23.00 and time to blow the candle and close my eyes.
Suba Rathri.
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