What does come to my mind? My story is that in a moment like this one, I raise a series of tough questions. I need time to get hold of answers if ever they exist. The result is no time to spare. I fill my life to the brim with less important stuff. No more room available for living. I doubt this strategy of mine.
The director of the ongoing movie: ”My life” shouts ”Action” on top of his lungs. Thus my story is to leave the preamble stage for living, being a decent guy and a writer. I start that big writing project at this very moment. My brain shouts: ”in medias res,” and here we go.
I am sitting down and consuming my first summer ice cream of the year. At the moment, I live on a small island ten kilometres away from the mainland. In front of me is the local harbour. A local freight ferry from the mainland did arrive a minute ago. Tourist arrive later by another vessel. Numerous guys search for their stuff and leave. Three young chefs from a nearby restaurant pick their stuff. At this distance, I participate in the turmoil of an ordinary day in the countryside without moving at all.
A slightly chilly air does clean my interior, from top to bottom. There is nothing I need to do. I sit, exist and feel joy.
Göran Stille 