The bare bulb above the table gives rarely light. The sewing machine on the table is purring, back and forth, back and forth .... The papers for the tax return are bulging from the drawers and they shout loudly ‘empty me, empty me’. The weather outside is drizzling. Cold feet are searching for warmth by clinging on each other.
People are crying, but not she this time. The new black people living above her head are probably on vacation. It’s quiet in the house. The schools are free, people are leaving the country ‘en masse’, they are going towards snow-capped mountains where they drink hot wine, breaking their bones on the slopes and having fun during breakneck descents. Within a few years the snowy mountains are populated by all different nationalities, perhaps even Chinese people thinks Lime.
Skiing is not her thing. She prefers creating a new website and studying her art videos.

 

She awakens with weightlessness in her belly. Don’t connect with hate now, she thinks. The new website with pictures of her knitted dolls is beautiful and she feels satisfied like a happy purring cat. The text "The Unbearable Lightness of being’ meanders through her head. Hedonism and creation. For the first time of her life she listens to a book on CD. Meanwhile, she sews a bit on the sewing machine. She don’t want to leave the house, because she don't want that people can hurt her, just like in the past. Her knee heals slowly and does not interfere her daily routine any more. Something deep inside is mourning to be dispensable. The circle of being whipped cream in the air which never lands on the coffee is completed. She understands that many people hold on to old ideas, because the realization of a lifetime
spent in a wrong direction is unbearable. Rather silly and misplaced than changing your old habits, because you know what you have and the unknown world is frightening. Lime knows this by heart. She decides to step into the void. She floats through the air in a free fall and stretches her arms wide.
Fear and joy mingle. The gulf of loneliness, anger, disappointment, betrayal, enjoyment, joy, it's all there in her free fall. She enters the world of experience and then finaly the desire for superficial fun and seduction
dissolves. It’s a miracle

Fragments out of 'Een zweem van leven'
written by Neel de Jong 2012

 

 

She joggles lazily through the streets.
The sun shines its cold Spring rays . The wind
blows softly in the trees. Do not think now,
thinks Lime, because all your thoughts are
like fishes in a too tight fish bowl, unreal.
People turn annoyed their heads away from
her. She has nothing to say anymore to them,
the language is forgotten. That’s why she
waits now.