... two fucking dictionaries ...
as an afternote:
Of course, Thom's Mum and I were talking on the phone. She even wrote my a very lovely e-mail. She called to thank me for the Radiohead-album I sent her along with a copy of JAWS-magazine. It didn't take long before she started crying and stuttering how taking the story was for her and that she always was and always will be grateful that I'd been sent to Thomas, that's exactly how she put it. And then I couldn't help but let go. I was so totally overwhelmed with this overkill of emotion and gratitude. So we both cried on the phone, no longer able to articulate any distinct sound whatsoever, basically sounding like two new-born apes. And then she cried and laughed at the same time. "You know, it took me two fucking dictionaries to understand what you were actually writing. So, it's either because the first dictionary was crap, or your study fees already pay off." We both broke into this seemingly infinite peal of laughter. Believe me, this was so heart-rendering and did both of us a world of good.
Come to think of it, there's this woman of 43 years of age listening to Radiohead all of a sudden. And she's like 'Oh, we gotta listen to the lyrics. There's a hidden meaning.' How grand is that?! Of course, she does that so as to get a grasp of what Thom was going through. But still, so many good things have come out of this whole story. I gained an entirely new family. All of a sudden, I've got another mother, and Thomas' two brothers (David & Lukas) and his stepfather and his cousin Michael who's one of the very best and gracious human beings I've ever met, and his uncle etc.
And now I'm going out. Have a pint with Simon & Lisi. Take care.
Of course, Thom's Mum and I were talking on the phone. She even wrote my a very lovely e-mail. She called to thank me for the Radiohead-album I sent her along with a copy of JAWS-magazine. It didn't take long before she started crying and stuttering how taking the story was for her and that she always was and always will be grateful that I'd been sent to Thomas, that's exactly how she put it. And then I couldn't help but let go. I was so totally overwhelmed with this overkill of emotion and gratitude. So we both cried on the phone, no longer able to articulate any distinct sound whatsoever, basically sounding like two new-born apes. And then she cried and laughed at the same time. "You know, it took me two fucking dictionaries to understand what you were actually writing. So, it's either because the first dictionary was crap, or your study fees already pay off." We both broke into this seemingly infinite peal of laughter. Believe me, this was so heart-rendering and did both of us a world of good.
Come to think of it, there's this woman of 43 years of age listening to Radiohead all of a sudden. And she's like 'Oh, we gotta listen to the lyrics. There's a hidden meaning.' How grand is that?! Of course, she does that so as to get a grasp of what Thom was going through. But still, so many good things have come out of this whole story. I gained an entirely new family. All of a sudden, I've got another mother, and Thomas' two brothers (David & Lukas) and his stepfather and his cousin Michael who's one of the very best and gracious human beings I've ever met, and his uncle etc.
And now I'm going out. Have a pint with Simon & Lisi. Take care.
karma_police - 6. Jun, 20:58
