Burning sage and such
That’s what it all started. An sms, a text message. A kind of side product when inventing the cellular phone. Now a killer application. And me the victim.
To be honest, it had started four days before. It had started when I flew into the capital city of a foreign country to hold a lecture series on usability and such for a bunch of guys who were trying to improve their websites. It had started when I did not do the lecture on my own but had to work with an interpreter. It had started with two sentences, a handshake, and a smile.
Once it had started, I was lost. I just didn’t know it then.
“Hi, I’m Esme. Your interpreter”, she said.
A friendly smile, a look from hazel eyes. Dark brown hair done up, exposing her neck. I didn’t see the small tattoo, like a dancing puppet, until later, when she was sitting besides me during group work. Green, tight-fitting sweater. Ballerinas.
Four days later, on my flight back home, I composed the sms. The stewardess was bored, so she provided me generously with refills for my white wine. When we touched down for a stop-over, I started to hack the message into my phone, but as time was too short, I could only send it off on my bus ride from the airport towards home.
It did not start there. It had started four days earlier. But from the point when I pressed “send”, it started to get emotional. And by that, to get out of control. But let’s stick to the sequence.
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January 8, 2009 at 8:26 pm
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