a travelogue in the time of the information superhighway

1994

My story starts in drizzly, dreary, grey England. I worked as a nurse in a specialist cancer hospital in Manchester. One day, I suddenly entered her world, there she was. At once beautiful, but decaying visibly. Eyes that melt you, fumbled for reasons. High on morphine, she slumped on the chair. Her legs, previously long and graceful, were now fat and full of fluid. She was loosing her hair, something that upset her most. We all witnessed her struggling with the remains of her dignity and modesty, but she carried on fighting. Her mother applied facial cream like a corner man at ringside, her father just looked lost. She was a twenty seven year old woman, right before us, dying in her prime. She seemed to hold up a mirror to the thoughts sailing across my mind, a metaphor for what we've all become and what will become of us. So much potential, so much waste. It is at moments like this that we can take the looking glass to our own fragile existence, and ask questions of it. Cancer had infiltrated her womb, the very giver of life. I became aware of a feeling that her death had released something else, a thirst for living itself. She haunted me. Four months later, I set out on an adventure to view the world that she would no longer see.

Posted by don quixote

Wednesday 19 December 2007

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Christmas is fast approaching and it feels strange observing it abroad and in a hot climate. There are decorations in the windows but not so much in the streets. I realised that apart from the climate, the major difference is with tv, here it doesn´t dominate every advert, every link and flog it to death. We will spend christmas eve with some friends and then open up on the day as many people venture out and hopefully spend money here. There is evidence of people arriving to open up their holiday homes, 1st of jan and the summer season will start in earnest.


Our immediate lives have been dominated by a horrible event that happened a week ago. The kittens were exploring outside the garden area and climbing down from a tree when a couple of street dogs sped around the corner and managed to catch borisita by the leg and violently shook her before her mother jumped on the dogs back and saved her. We took her to the vets and she had broken her hip and it was a nights observation to see if there had been abdominal trauma. The next day she came back with those fears allayed but with a strapped leg and instructions to keep her in a tight space and restrict her movement for a month. She´s recovering well, but its hard for her to watch her brother and mum running free, and her incarcerated.


The compost project is going well, more bodge construction work has gone on including a wooden screen to hide the kitchen window from punters, katherine is making sun dried tomatoes and has started knitting and crocheting. We have contacted a solicitor to start the process of buying the house next door. We are getting very excited about how we could develop the property and how we could live part of the year here and part at home. A punter who is buying land across the road, said that he had seen plans for major development of this part of town that would increase the value of all properties in this area, which makes us feel even more confident about this project.