Leaving Micky had not been so easy and often just for practical reasons. The times I spent with him to get my things back were legion. One of those times where I was not able to arrange to come during his absence, Viva played a video clip of German pop that I loved at this time. I raised the volume and started to dance without worrying about the tragic nature of the situation. I felt the fascinated gaze of my former companion - who yet, at this moment must have hated me - who was enjoying a last manifestations of my joy in his company. I had the certainty of the importance of this moment for him when I discovered later that he had acquired the "Maxi" of this song. I copied it in secret on the hard rock Mini-Disc I had in my "walkman". After having copied it into a more consistent one, I forgot his presence on my hard rock compilation. It is accidentally in Kathmandu that I noticed this piece of minor importance in the midst of my main musical survival. Yet it is that one I chose to stream, blowing the thirty candles of the cake with marzipan that Micky had sent from London a month ago for my birthday but I received only today. I was invited in the letter accompanying the package to make a wish by blowing out the candles and I took advantage of this "Micky Blues wishing to celebrate the New Year 2000 in his company.
It is two months ago today that this journey began. If I start to be at peace with myself, the need to return does not, however, feel. It's a shame it is so cold now; life here, without the strenuous "trekkers" is very pleasant and the conversations richer.
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