Student exchange to Beer Sheba. That was eighty-eight. We were personally in Gethsemane and in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre. The Jews and the Palestinians were looking for a kidnapped child together. The next day, they chose to put me in the Western Wall with good wishes. A dignity, my burden. I was thrown into the well like Joseph, nailed to the cross like Jesus and poisoned like Samson, exhausted at the same time with hashish, co-drinks, transilium and haldol. My suffering was worth it, the limits have fallen. Drawn for life, but accomplished task. Mother with sect, father bitter, brother makes a career. Nevertheless, I am somehow also a bit proud to have mastered my life without greed and hatred or a judged crime. I followed the sick and the freaks to save what could be saved. The ones I annoyed, I want to apologize to them. But for those I was able to help, I am happy.
