His dance in 3-act
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
He wasn’t so old few weeks ago but the man captive in the bed looked like a stranger to me yet very familiar.
He was a part of my life, an important and ineradicable piece of me, now somehow washed ashore on another planet.
Watching him dozing in the antiseptic smelling room, I imagined that he would awaken, look quickly at me, spring out of the bed and asked for Greks… his beloved Greks.
Just like weeks ago…


