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A birthday party in Africa
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I felt the hot sun of Africa trough the fruit blister in the belly of my mother, in which I swam.I was strained and curious about the life outside there, lucky that she gave it to me. The bubbling breath of the savannah blew trough her body, carried the smell of the expanded grass surfaces, the roaring of the lions to me.I welcomed the world briefly after the birth, when I was catapulted into the bright light, with a loud cry of the surprise.I quickly found refuge at the soft warm skin of my mummy in front of these unknown quantities. When I however looked instinctively for a source of food, there was only flabby skin. Only could I suck a few drops humidity from withered nipples.Still if protection and food were inside its pulsating body, now the thirst expected as the most terrible feeling.An infinite time later on, the milky slime on my eyes had solved itself, I was able to recognize the closer environment, dark-brown shapes, a straw network, the tiny fire, which I also smelled, the burning agony, which drove me near to other dimensions was finally satisfied.A woman, white dressed like an angel, visited the hut of my parents.She smelled like unknown, heavy worlds, not volatilely as life here, far away from the ape bread trees, which donated shade on the village square. Her hands, which affected me tenderly, infinitely friendly, warm like the bellies of the village dogs, which slept near me. This lightmembranous sky creature satisfied my inexpressible thirst with liquid out of a marvellous, transparent, resplendent container. She also stung me with needles, but I did not notice the pain, wrapped into her smoothing presence.By herI received the strength to defy the heat, the thirst and hunger of the existence on this part of the continent, to hold my small body in the reality..She disappeared, left some tins of the milk powder, which secured my nutrition for a short period. A short while I breathed the strength of my ancestors from the savannah, the world of the wild continent embraced me.So infinitely strong I longed to find fulfillment, to run with the Antilopes into the red sunset, to follow the elephants on their paths of live. The earth did not give me a chance, the dryness was too powerful.Now and then little mash, made of plant roots. - when this source of food triumphed, I floated inside into an apathetic condition. The few of liquid, which my body still carried, I lost with failure accompanied by cramps. Infections shook my tiny body, the belly swelled on balloon-like. My wrists, just as my upper arms not more than one of the dry branches of the shrubs the women fired.Not a long time - the large defeater of mountains ate the soul of my mother, then the one of my father. He robbed them both in sleep.I was alone, brothers and sisters dried long before..The arrival of the white, lightmembranous angel I protected as a further light in bright flame. I put my tiny hand into her hand, she took me on her arm, I sank at her soft bosom, as softly as the bellies of the dogs, which slept with me. The large destroyer came, I was not afraid of him, because I knew he would lead me home to mother, father, brothers and sisters.Full of love and compassion the spirit of the universe did resume me. ©TD112005
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