Saturday, April 4, 2009

A beautiful way from Other Ways

In the dining room table she seat in front of me and gave a short smile and say hello to me, oh …… that was a beautiful words coming out from her lip, I stretch out my hand and hailed her, and said to the waitress to order a mama Ginten rice to serve it into the table.

She is a very generous and hospitalized woman, she’s smile and soft laugh every time I make a joke, she’s refer to her glass, may be filled with a orange juice or mango juice I’ am not so sure.

I said I was order bandreks (some kind of hot drink with a spices in it), it seem non verb communication approaching us more intimately, she’s shout loudly near the tugu hotel, “the most nicely was watching people swimming!” so I said to her: “but the macaroni was delicious here!”. She’s suddenly stand up and said “. there was a lot of menus last time here, but the nicely was a prasasti in front of the hotel, have you read it?”. And I said: ”where is the prasasti here, I never saw it before?”

She’s grab my hand and ask me toward front of the hotel, “yes I have been seeing there a few years ago, a big black stone with a palawa capitals….!”.

Inside the restaurant there was one Ken Dedes effigy, her head was broken, might be hits by the keris of empu Gandring.

And then she start a spin a yarn about how Ken Dedes effigy could lies there, the waitress give a cross sign over his head, I nod means understand.

Misfortune that the story coming from a psychotic people it’s more interesting and reasonable. I continued listen for her story about anything, and suddenly I became understand that listening was a real treat even the story was unreasonable.

Try this, if you listen to the bird singing it’s that reasonable to listen to the bird singing…..? for me it’s the same thing when we listen to the paranoid people stories what ever the story was about.

I remember what Max Desiderate Ehreman said: “listen to others…..even dull and ignorance, they too have their stories….!?”.

Listening it’s the beautiful ways before we could understanding others mind…..

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