The Phillipines - A highway to hell ...
and again … and again … here I am … young and free … well, neither of both anymore, but that's an other part of the story for now we start the inner eye cinema, press the play button and … here we are … a new episode of the fabulous life of … nobody … with an opinion for everybody. An opinion that you can stick yourself nowhere and everywhere. A no one like everyone, with moments. Moments of life and moments of the day. Here are my Manila moments. … mindbubbling in reflection … I am so sorry guys. Hope you are laughing and not taking me seriously. Do you? Just lets take my former out burst of expression as joke and a 'carry away' by the magic of language and the transformative ability of the word 'nobody' … oh guys! Sometimes I am so so sorry about the nonsense I quack into this world. Oh lord! Please forgive me my sins. … end of reflection … end of mindbubbling … end of mindbubbling in reflection …
So.
Sweet.
Where did I just landed?
Oh yes.
I am, we are
… he she it is ...
in
Manila!
Manila - The capital of 7108 islands in the pacific ocean. A busy, buzzling, pulsating city and home of 12.7 million souls. Here is a lot of concrete, cars and globalization around. The air is just unbreathable, unbearable. The worst so far I experienced. Even worse than 24 hour Mumbai and Delhi. Nobody … mindbubbling … me … end of mindbubbling … assumes, it's the combination of tremendous heat, humidity and ... and the even more tremendous amount of meandering CO2, thats getting stored and stored and stored in between concrete and streets and buildings, not able to escape, not made and mend to vanish. This CO2 is sticking around. In every corner. In every hole. If you try to forget it, it's jumping at you out of the hidden corner of your right eye, just to find quickly and straight it's way into your nostrils … just in the moment, when you take a deep relieving breath, 'cause you saw a beautiful flower breaking through the concrete walls …
… and than …
… than …
… than you …
… cough …
… and you sweat ...
Sweat is running. Running down, like a happy flowing mountain river spring … your spin … just to emerge into an ocean of grey salty water paddles in your undies. No, not really. Well, maybe. Depending on the undies you wear. In nobody's case, the waterfall of sweat run down my legs, starting from the tip of my hairline, by the way. Sweat that not just burns like hell in your eyes. It's sweat, that leaves grey stains of white tissue. Apparently humidity and therefore humidity sweat, is good for hair and skin. My skin is telling me something different and reacts with a lot of irritations. Not just my upper shoulders. That's normal. My arms. My legs. My belly. Everywhere.
But well, nobody … mindbubbling … I … end of mindbubbling … was talking about the CO2.