Riaan en Kari Doorduin: Laaste stukkie winter

28 Augustus 2014

Laaste stukkie winter

Dis koud! Vandag is dit asof die winter se: "Ek los nie sonder om finaal te wys wie ek is nie". Andrew het vanmiddag die plaat agter die kaggel weer mooi geswart, so ons kon nie eens kaggel maak nie - en die hele huis het na kaggelverf gestink sodat ons al die deure moes ooplos en die wintersdag goed deur die huis getrek het. Die beste oplossing vir die koue vir my en Vincent was 'n laaaang diep bad. Waaruit dit baie moeilik was om te klim, selfs toe die water al begin afkoel het. Dit was nog steeds baie lekkerder as buite in die wintershuis.

Vanoggend om die tafel met Andrew en Helda - Philip by die deur. Helda het hom te woord gaan staan - en weggestuur. Eintlik moes ons hom ingenooi het vir koffie. Dink ek nou. Te laat.

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I wanted to live everywhere and smell, taste, feel everything. I wanted to go to sea, explore unknown lands, take off in a space rocket, dine only at all-you-can-eat restaurants, be the last to leave parties. What I couldn’t acknowledge then, and hardly now, is that life just isn’t like that for most of us. The quicksands of suburbia were lurking at every step, and those who broke on through to the sunlit uplands couldn’t find their way back, even when the poverty and lack of enthusiasm for climbing means they wanted to come back. It was the dream of an immature young man, which is exactly what I was.
My eyes would be drawn inevitably to the low ridge of purple hills that ringed the east side of Manchester. The weight of the city; of all those people moving on their tiny arcs across its concrete streets, would be lifted for a moment. That place, over there in those hills, was somewhere I could feel alive, where the moment of release could give me the clarity to understand unconsciously that poetry, prophecy, and religion are all one.

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