I experiment with myself and the world around me. I always seek for that small sparkle of what's real and authentic in things, people, nature...
Siddhartha has been a book I wanted to read since the begging of this year, and I’ve been looking for it like crazy in the bookshops. Apparently I always came one or two days too late, after they sold the last copy they had. Finally I grabbed Lexy’s copy and delighted myself with the reading.
The pursuit of WOW!
I had a three days headache after reading this book! Salman Rushdie has a $5 billion bounty on his head, wanted dead, not alive. This came after the release of his book, The Satanic Verses, due to its allegedly disrespectful depiction of the prophet Mohammed. However, The Ground Beneath her Feet is mostly a love story which bridges together the traditions and of India (Vina, Ormus and Rai – main characters, are all Indian) with the occident’s rock & roll world. The reason I completed the 600 pages reading was the memories it rose: I could feel again the smells of India, the taste of spicy food, the heat, the colors, and the people. Still lingering for India, I left a piece of my soul there…
„and the moon is out and the stars are bright
and whatever comes s'gonna be alright
cause tonight you will be mine
up on cloud number nine!
and there ain't no place that i'd rather be
and we can't go back but you're here with me
yeah, the weather is really fine
up on cloud number nine
well we won't come down tonight
no we won't come down tonight
no we won't come down tonight
we can watch the world go by
up on cloud number nine”