haruki chapter two

I know I made a promise to continue the theme with Haruki Murakami, but it wont be today. Today I feel bad. Not emotionally ( what a surprise), but physically. Have you ever felt fear you can loose your life? To tell you the truth, I don`t find death scary, but when you have things to do on this Earth and a little bell rings to remind you you are only a visitor here.... brrrrrr- that is scary! To die may be a good option sometimes ( I completely realize what I`m saying at the moment!!!) but when the person is ready to die. I mean old enough, suffering from a serious desease, pain, desperation... I can count you many justified reasons to die and I believe its as normal as to be born, but if you have a great promising future and a 7yrs old child..... things are getting a little more complicated. It is definitely not a right time to die I think....

Ok, I wont die now ( by the way who knows when we all will die) but thoughts like this are tumbling in my head today and because this is supposed to be something like a diary I feel free to publish my thoughts.... Today I came upon on a lovely comparison in the book Im reading, of course by Haruki Murakami. So listen: one of his characters writes a letter to an old friend of his own and says something like " I feel that the older I get, the more inperfect I feel! I am full with negatives and sins and as the time goes by, I get worse and worse person than before- like there are hens inside me and they represent my negatives. These hens lay eggs and from these eggs chickens are being incubated. And in this progression the bad things in me grow up with the time!" Of course I must ask for your apologies because at the moment I dont remember the words exactly ( the book is at work and now I lay in my bed at home) and what I remember cant be translated very accurate because my vocabulary is not as good as the translators one. I just hope you got the idea of these words. My point was that I feel something like that but in reverse: the hens in me represent my good qualities and as the time goes by I get a wiser and better person. And I think this year I had a very plantiful brood( ok, I saw this word in the dictionary and it means the group of chicken incubated together at the same time from one mom)! I mean a lot of chickens appeared inside me, so in September I thought I am going to burst. I lived with this huuuuge load inside me too long, no matter it was a good load in general, and by the end of November I was about to burst out and to loose myself and all the chickens inside... Luckily I found a person who saved us all..... By the way this person tried to help me still in August, but .... a stupid hen layed a few stupid eggs in me and here I am! Anyway, I coped with them. Now there are only good chickens inside.... But how am I supposed to make a difference between the good and the bed chickens at first? They all look nice and sweet when they are young!

I guess I let you a little in my fave`s autor world. Weird, isn`t it? And if it was a novel of his own he should shift the theme immediately, without a single sign... and start a new story about a soldier in Manjuria for example.

Have a Good Night everyone! And to my love I`d like to say "Willkommen in Heim!" If its wrong-please, forgive me;)