One of my favorite characters, the see no evil, hear no evil, say no evil monkeys, all dressed up for Christmas.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Three Monkeys
One of my favorite characters, the see no evil, hear no evil, say no evil monkeys, all dressed up for Christmas.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Friday 15th
The day started with an interpreting session with a woman who overdosed on cleaning liquid and the hospital’s psychiatrist. Overdosed. That’s the word they used. Strange word, I think. It implies that there is a normal dose or safe dose to consume cleaning liquids. I’m not criticizing the users, just noting its strangeness.
What I got out of the interview was, that moving to a developed country does not equal to moving to Utopia. That being alone and isolated most of the time anywhere can make a person a bit crazy. Especially if the only person you have regular contact with, i.e. your husband, treats you like trash. After months and months of that, a (seemingly) small thing—he took home a letter instead of a light bulb—managed to trigger a fight and ended in near tragedy.
That was followed by another interview. This time the clients were newly arrived couple. They looked happy and healthy and were very much together and that lifted the day up a bit.
In the evening, Ghost was on. Yey! An oldie-but-goody. I grabbed the cushion and was ready to curl up on the sofa. Commercial break. Great! Time to get some snack. I stood up and my eye caught a movement outside the glass sliding doors. It looked like somebody’s back. Somebody wearing a white T-shirt, but not clearly defined. Nobody’s supposed to be there. It was a part of our back yard. As I stared at it, quite worried, the person seemed to walk up an invisible staircase and disappeared. My eyes grew wider and wider. I moved towards the door and switch on the outside light, clutching the cushion to my chest. There was nothing there.
I looked around to check it could possibly be a reflection. No, I don’t see anything that could make that kind of effect. Was it me? No, I stood like a statue while the shadow moved. So I sat down again, still clutching the cushion. A few minutes later my nephew came downstairs. And asked me what movie I was watching. “Ghost,” I said. In one of the scenes near the end, some dark shadows appeared from the ground to drag the spirit of the bad guy away. We joked that they looked like cartoons. Then he said, “Aunty, did know that if we look from the corner of our eyes we can see ghosts?” Now, where did that come from?
I asked him, “How do you know that?”
He said, “Didn’t you know? I just know. I often see shadows moving around, sometimes black, sometimes white.”
“Really?”
“Yes. You don’t believe me? There was one moving around outside just now. A girl, like in a white skirt.”
I’m not particularly brave, but if I freaked out, my nephew might freak out too. And I was only house-sitting here for a few weeks. My nephew, he lives here. So I pretended it was perfectly normal to see black shadows and white shadows flying around and we continued watching the movie together. Needless to say, it was very hard to sleep that night. And what will I do if next year my brother asks me to house-sit while they go back to Indo?
A very good friend can see things. Whenever she told me stories of sightings, I secretly thanked God and openly said that I was so glad I couldn't see those things. Gosh, I hope this is the last one.
What I got out of the interview was, that moving to a developed country does not equal to moving to Utopia. That being alone and isolated most of the time anywhere can make a person a bit crazy. Especially if the only person you have regular contact with, i.e. your husband, treats you like trash. After months and months of that, a (seemingly) small thing—he took home a letter instead of a light bulb—managed to trigger a fight and ended in near tragedy.
That was followed by another interview. This time the clients were newly arrived couple. They looked happy and healthy and were very much together and that lifted the day up a bit.
In the evening, Ghost was on. Yey! An oldie-but-goody. I grabbed the cushion and was ready to curl up on the sofa. Commercial break. Great! Time to get some snack. I stood up and my eye caught a movement outside the glass sliding doors. It looked like somebody’s back. Somebody wearing a white T-shirt, but not clearly defined. Nobody’s supposed to be there. It was a part of our back yard. As I stared at it, quite worried, the person seemed to walk up an invisible staircase and disappeared. My eyes grew wider and wider. I moved towards the door and switch on the outside light, clutching the cushion to my chest. There was nothing there.
I looked around to check it could possibly be a reflection. No, I don’t see anything that could make that kind of effect. Was it me? No, I stood like a statue while the shadow moved. So I sat down again, still clutching the cushion. A few minutes later my nephew came downstairs. And asked me what movie I was watching. “Ghost,” I said. In one of the scenes near the end, some dark shadows appeared from the ground to drag the spirit of the bad guy away. We joked that they looked like cartoons. Then he said, “Aunty, did know that if we look from the corner of our eyes we can see ghosts?” Now, where did that come from?
I asked him, “How do you know that?”
He said, “Didn’t you know? I just know. I often see shadows moving around, sometimes black, sometimes white.”
“Really?”
“Yes. You don’t believe me? There was one moving around outside just now. A girl, like in a white skirt.”
I’m not particularly brave, but if I freaked out, my nephew might freak out too. And I was only house-sitting here for a few weeks. My nephew, he lives here. So I pretended it was perfectly normal to see black shadows and white shadows flying around and we continued watching the movie together. Needless to say, it was very hard to sleep that night. And what will I do if next year my brother asks me to house-sit while they go back to Indo?
A very good friend can see things. Whenever she told me stories of sightings, I secretly thanked God and openly said that I was so glad I couldn't see those things. Gosh, I hope this is the last one.
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