La Jolla, CA; May 2019: She has been walking for a long time and she is looking for a bench to relax a little while. She can finally locate a well-tended wooden bench at the village's center. An old man walking slowly is coming to her direction. "What is written over there?", he asks her kindly pointing to the bench's signage. She reads aloud a male and female name, while he raises his ears to listen. "That's it!", he says with a relieved expression. "This is my bench... My wife and son.". He takes a seat shining from happiness, as if both of them were there by his side... Soon she would realize that his loved ones had been killed in a car accident a lot of years ago and the bench was dedicated to their memory.
She leaves discreetly thinking of what is really worth in life...far beyond anything else...
La Jolla, CA; May 2019
Atlanta, GA; February 2021: Atlanta is home to diverse species of wild birds, most of them singing marvelously. On her way on foot to a department store near Georgia Tech, a late afternoon hour, she came across a brown thrasher at Atlanta Station park. Its neck was broken. Probably it was hit by one of the many cars running closeby and stood at the park's grass helpless, but still on its feet. Many passengers were walking by, so she just hoped that soon someone would take care of it. Returning home after some time, the bird was still there. She stopped and asked the park's sweeper whether he was aware of a wild-life agency they could call to take care of the bird. He shook his head. All of a sudden, the thrasher flew over to her legs, with so much energy - the energy it could still afford. It did it once. It did it twice. Just as if it were telling her "hey you, you seem to be caring, so please help me!". She took it in her arms. It stood so calm, grasping her fingers...full of trust in her. She had never felt like this before. She walked all over the area that night to bring it to a care centre, but none could be found on duty.
The day was by far one of her saddest abroad...
Monte de Caparica; May 2022: Υπήρξαν στιγμές εκείνες τις ημέρες, τις οποίες οι λέξεις ανεπαρκώς αρκούν για να τις περιγράψουν. Ο αθόρυβος κρότος της νόησης. Ό,τι την αποπροσγειώνει σε μια γήινα συμπαντική διάσταση. Της συμπαντικής διάστασης αυτής ο γήινος εγκέφαλος είναι προβολή. Και εκεί όσοι πολίτες είναι την καλωσορίζουν.
Δέος. Ο κώδικας σε μια εξίσωση. Ανεξήγητα Εξηγήσιμη.
Ενίοτε της αρέσει να την παραλλάζει:
unearthing more about the universe = thinking more of those who suffer on earth, right next to her
Όμως αυτό που τώρα μπροστά της βλέπει, εφόσον γίνει κατανοητό και από άλλους, πλέον θα ανήκει σε όλους. Εκείνη μπόρεσε απλώς να το δει με τα μάτια του νου και, αφού θαύμασε την αθέατη θέα, να τους δείξει την αδιάβατη διάβαση. Και αυτό ανεπαρκώς της αρκεί και είναι με ευγνωμοσύνη αγνώμων για ό,τι εν κρυπτώ της αποκαλύφθηκε...