Travel
We asked the mummy: "what is love?" and got the silence as an answer...
We hadn't heard anything and I was still waiting, that her soul who could be sitting on the coffin's edge reveal it's presence somehow. But it looked like the soul was sitting under the house and we didn't feel that escape moment...
Who knows, might be she was sleeping or thinking over our question...
..the kid died and was buried in the evening...The people form Ku'ku-Ku'ku tribe, which means man eat man, took him out from the grave, cooked and eat him at night.
My Papua friend Tea told me that in the morning and when they smiled she saw the pieces of the human's flesh in between their teeth.
-What was the reason, that they eat the died kid? May be because their shaman told them to destroy the bad spirit which which lived in the kid's body?-I asked her
-No! Simply it's very tasty....-she answered
Imagine that you woke up one morning in sweat, because it feels like you are running out of air...All your senses are screaming for help...You try to move and you are unable to...You feel as if the walls are closing down on you...
Then you finally realize that your whole life have been put inside of this tiny and uncomfortable box, in which you only get certain amounts of air and freedom...
Society dictates how much of air and freedom you are allowed to have...
At first you panic...Then you either adjust to this box and meditate each morning in order to convince your soul that this is as good as it gets for you or you try to find a way to break free?...
It's always up to you...
