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

Sunday 29 July 2007

dona katarina's alive


alex 004
Originally uploaded by finbowa
zoom in to the date for proof.
However, deposits of money better arrive soon as first the monkey gets it and then..................

4 comments:

david said...

What a shame that this beautiful lady, obviously a prisoner of Alexs dreams, be paraded across the super highway like this. Half of her face is covered in such a way as to remind all of us that this is obviously a statement as that of a burka. Her crime? we demand to know now. Free this Miami one

Ferdinand De Bargos said...

The newspaper probably hides the bruises of an unhappy visit to the airport..........

Bob the Builder said...

This ruthless approach to kidnap victims cannot be tolerated. The Don will get no money for the release of the lovely Dona Katarina, but for the monkey....well....?

Ferdinand De Bargos said...

I've updated my blog with some crucial news......