Outside is something that looks very much like hot weather and I have locked myself in to study. Life is not fair. The only company I have is a couple of crazy pigeons who’s social life seems a lot more active than mine; they make so much noise..
The worst thing in my situation is that I cannot make any more excuses to delay my course work, since the essays are piling up, there is no excuse valid enough. I have come to an end, it is now or never. (This is not only an im memoriam for a lost soul called Soili Semkina, but also an encouragement speech to motivate myself towards the ups and downs of Algerian war and away from escaping to freedom to the nearest park).
It is 12.34. and the sun is shining more brightly than ever. I am convinced the centre of the world is somewhere where I am not. Every human being is at this very moment having the best time of their life, while I am slowly but surely moving towards the end of my existence. As I am sinking deeper and deeper into the most entertaining adventures of the Front de Libération Nationale, I feel I am fading from this world of senses, I can no longer see my reflection in the mirror; so long I have been lacking the tender caressing of UV rays.
I will stop writing now, I feel so weak. The next time you will enter my room in this sad apartment of 56 rue des Grands Champs, it will be empty, I am already gone. You will find me in Gilbert Meynier’s book Histoire intérieure du FLN, on the page 347. Adieu!
1 comment:
Oh, what a touching farewell...
> I am convinced the centre of the world is somewhere where I am not.
I can't (and hopefully won't) see the need to be so pessimistic. I believe, all you need is to have someone close to you who will make you feel the opposite and assist you with your revival ;)
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