Chetna And Prithvi From

Hope ...

Part 2

We finally went out of our daily lives, caught between dormitory, park outside the courtyard and stuck it like us, but between two pins ... Finished the Calvary , imprisonment and for us, volunteer! Appeasement, reconstruction, renaissance! End of a temporary state has already forgotten the beginning of another life of hope, fit again, will launch a hue and cry, so intangible, in the outer life that we already snapped up!

so long since we expected this magic moment, but we were only three pilgrims to leave this world today clinico-prison: Charles devastated by his too great ability to analyze everything, dissect, intellectualize, Aisha my love apple that was still on the skin of his many tasks and pseudo narrator suffering that I am, craftsman builder words to forget his woes.

The door of this corridor is usually double-locked was finally opened, but rule and duty require, we needed once again, but this one, the ultimate, end all wars, good, go again to our friend John decoding expert in specific, for final recommendations and is sign landfills ... Freedom, yes but at what price? It's funny already this moron to shrink, staring at us from the top of his round glasses to Lennon seventies style, waiting for one thing, we relapse ... Have we time to recover, and furnishing the space his beloved school! Currency, CAC 40 ... Residents helpful in this time of so-called shortage, between Gasoline and potential customers missing! Suddenly a violent laughter came ringing between signatures and quiet of the office where we were ... It was Charles ... But had he been drinking? A rincette extra! No trace of pint ... Bizarre!

The idea of taking off ... In his own way, he wanted to share his feelings, his emotions? In any empathy we understand our friend, whose stigma attached to glasses of alcohol down so easily had almost disappeared More ... track of, he was happy and wanted the brink of departure, we share his joy. But as to how he did, we stayed broken, bent double, laughing! The fountain pen as a microphone, staring at the shrink between the eyes, he began to give us a recital of John Lennon, a truly amazing song mocking, pest, victor, but probably also to exorcise her fear ...

You must live

You gotta love someone You gotta be You gotta push

But it is so hard, it's really hard
Sometimes I feel depressed

You gotta eat You gotta drink

You gotta feel something You gotta worry

But it is so hard it's really hard
Sometimes I feel as depressed

But when it's good is really good

And when I hold you in my arms baby
Sometimes I feel as depressed

You must run
You gotta hide
You gotta keep your woman satisfied
But it is so hard, it's really hard
Sometimes I feel depressed

"It's So Hard - John Lennon"

He messing really to the point that our eyes began to say a lot ... Aisha stared at me his eyes still soft, but I felt deep in his pupil a deep malaise, a feeling of sadness despite his giggles of happiness due to the bad effect of stage performance, our friend Charles. She was afraid, as I was, what psychological reactions, which, endorsed at the back of a chair dressed in black leather, continued to take notes, so mechanical. He never laughed, remained impassive, cold, marble! His pen continued to slide on a scrap of paper to the right of our passes, safe-conduct essential to our movement, outside of this fortress medicalized. Our friend, the spirit usually fair and analytical, began to flipping out. He swam in a euphoric happiness but went the other way has weighed in white coats in front of him, watched the Mataitai, did not miss a beat and that its ruling would be final! We, my little doll Kabylia and I do so as quickly to save our friend, our brother, in the name of friendship woven over the days in secure custody ... the save before he does it again plunge for dementia, this time without appeal, and especially for him, without recourse, no defense.

We had to run to the emergency room to save Charles, but how? The psychiatrist had not fired him a smile ... A zygomatic frozen forever? John was he at the breaking point, stressed to death before this skit performed masterfully by our kicker? Cold face, pale, impassive reef to the immense stature, sitting behind a desk ... What impressed and spinning chills of the body, the shrink! A screeching noise, sharp and long rang ... The manitou dressed all in white, was just lifting her buttocks, her chubby ... from his chair, who also only ran on three legs hence this allergy as a toothache when I felt becque with a silver fork. Holy terror! I started to laugh, a laugh long and continuing endlessly, reminding me of my teenage memories ... In my bedroom wall, between posters of rock bands, a huge drawing of an old horse on the change of life, loosened teeth decayed to three quarters, with this beautiful legend "Hi ... hi ... hi-hi! Mom, I have no teeth ... "

John began to work around the office, approached us and yelled: -" Pull up, strip assholes ... Hurry up before I change my mind and makes you commit again! "Charles stopped his delivery as dry. We looked, the psychiatrist was in disarray. Would he join the dance, carried away by the whirlwind of our sweet madness? A new friend, who knows? It is so nice to let go and grow up together ... It's all about symbiosis!

(Any resemblance of place and characters is pure coincidence ...)

LOOK ...

MICHEL