2008/07/30 Rapperswil
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Visceral

Last night while I was on my way to the bathroom, an elderly waiter at the restaurant of the Gstaad Palace Hotel sang to me: “Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away.” Yes, the band was playing “Yesterday”, but it seemed that this headwaiter was trying to send me a secret message. He stared at me as if he was staring at a huge accident. Perhaps he was warning me, but for what, for whom? While I was peeing I had the visceral feeling of not being able to trust reality anymore. Thankfully this feeling faded away after a few seconds.
And I stick to my word: I love the Palace Hotel in Gstaad, but it might be another seven years before I’ll come back. Or well, five years.


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Tomorrow
I'm aware that the following story probably sounds too good to be true.
As I was running last night, around 9pm, I passed a house and heard the voice of a young child coming through the open window of an upstairs bedroom. The boy was singing very loudly and completely out of tune, yet with great spirit and optimism: "Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you, tomorrow, you're only a day away".
said Oscar Wilde 30/07/2008 21:56 • x
Tomorrow.... no today Karadzic in The Hague Hurray
said Helen Priso 30/07/2008 23:40 • x
Does the headwaiter read your blog?
said Jan Thys 31/07/2008 08:01 • x
Oscar
Do you run every night?
said Arnon Grunberg 31/07/2008 09:27 • x
I have little faith in reality. Fiction on the other hand is more my cup of tea. There are the encounters with a far more, deeply felt truth.
said M. Dutoit 31/07/2008 10:56 • x
‘Trust in reality’, ‘faith in reality’. Sometimes I wonder what expectations people have about reality. (What if we change here the word reality in the word God.)
said Jan Thys 31/07/2008 11:49 • x
staring at accidents
Arnon,

What expression did the waiter have while looking at the big accident ?
said Pim Heijselaar 31/07/2008 12:35 • x
Arnon
I try to run every other night. Most of the year, I don't run at all.
said Oscar Wilde 31/07/2008 15:29 • x
To Oscar Wilde
Around 3.30 this morning, at the same time I was reading your comment on this post, a radio from a parked car underneath my window was very loudly playing the song ‘I had the time of my life’. Although without optimism but not out of tune and certainly very loud and with great spirit I heard the voice of a male adolescent sing along with the part where ‘time of my life’ is sang, which was the only part he sang along with. Instead of ‘time of my life’ he sang ‘kankerwijven’ (fucking bitches). The kankerwijven responded with a nervous giggle and repeatedly turned up the volume.
After a while the music stopped. In a fading sound I heard them smash a number of bottles and exchange their mutual knowledge about the names of some potentially terminal illnesses.
Then everything was silent again.
said Werner Marschall 31/07/2008 16:37 (Updated 16:37) • x
Werner
Are you sure this wasn't a dream?
said Oscar Wilde 31/07/2008 18:42 • x
Oscar
Yes I am sure this wasn’t a dream. Does it sound like a dream to you?
said Werner Marschall 01/08/2008 04:07 • x
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