Azi am simtit cum dadeau navala  peretii gandurilor incrucisate. Ma straduiam in paralizia emotiilor sa-i  indrept, ajungandu-mi temerile. Paradoxal, n-am apucat sa prind decat doua litere “I “si “C” dupa care m-am prabusit, invaluit de praful ideilor cazute.

 I told Charles to get the yacht ready as I wasn’t prepared to answer questions. Not yet. The great news was too fresh, too vivid to be fully appreciated.

 Mi-era greu sa ma misc cu seiful in burta. Uscat, atarnam dureros la orice miscare. Povara gandului bun incerca sa-l deschida necontenit, desfacand lacat cu lacat tainele viitorului.

 I’m conscious now. There is no Charles and there is no yacht but there is ME in its truest sense. I’m alive.