'You know this fruit?', he asked in his broken english, 'It's good for smile, you know.' - 'Yeah, rockmelon.', was her quick short response, like every time.
Silence
She looked at the slice of rock melon in her hand. For a moment. Than she started to smile. 'Why is this rockmelon good for smiling, Mario?' she asked cheeky, more and more smiling. He was a good person. An inner warm feeling was arising in her. He is a good person. How beautiful his little gesture to try to make her smile. She was thankful for this moment. Thankful for the smile.
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Retrospective. My ego – again! Oh, man. Since this one day in Alice I am trapped in and with it, fully aware in this tiny moment of stepping into my personal nightmare. 'Fuck that!' you heard me saying from the bed, reading your holy book. … and I was trapped. Loosing more and more my voice. Trapped in the uncertainty and unknowing. Now sometimes I am able to catch those moments. Rarely but steady. Than I can smile. Can smile about myself and smile about life. This was a beautiful loving friendly gesture, I almost missed because of my f***ing trap.
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From now on, I will honor the rock melon!
A smile for each rock melon!