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What makes you happy?

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boris kislitsin
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Our life depends on our perception of reality. I do not remember if I told you the story of Jacob’s girlfriends’ uncle. He is serving few life sentences in America. 30 years ago before getting there he was a well known brain surgeon. He divorced his wife and left his former family and grown up children for another woman. His first wife was found dead shortly afterwards. The circumstances of her death were not clear. Some people say he was accused in murder by his children who wanted revenge and money. Indeed, he was rich. Whatever happened, if he killed her or not, nobody can tell anything now for sure – things can terrible mesh up and become very confusing in 30 years time.
In jail he learnt Jewish, Torah and became a rabbi.
When Jacob and his girlfriend went to see him, he was a very old man, in his early eighties. He told them that in the last few years his life dramatically changed to better. Apparently, they moved him to another cell, so he could see a tree from his window instead of brick wall now.

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My African childhood memory

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This a memory of my childhood. I grew up in Gabon in the jungle, in African beautiful incontaminated forest. This great refugee for animals is in danger now, though Aspinall foundation is creating a gorilla reserve there… My father is Italian/ French, my mother Jewish/Persian and Austrian plus, as other races are mixed in my mom’s blood. She was raised in England from 7 years age and at 21 she was working in the jungle of Gabon. 

So I have grown up with tribes and pygmies in the forest. Sometimes people think I’ m a savage ba lu ba’. Silly pumpkins…he he he!!!! …Most of them don’t have even a clue where Gabon is…. and how special it is… Yes, I grown up in a bamboo beautiful tribal home on the river by a montain, close to ocean. This place had many tiny antilopes and “black” elephants: with darker skin little ones of the forest and amazing swimmers.I grown up moslty naked, with no shoes, playing games in other dimension… My friends were  mostly pygmies and a giant chimp, and antilopes, elephants… Forest, trees, river, mountain, light life noise and moonlight… abundant flamboyant nature and sunlight… sometimes deep silence and isolation. Going swimming and trekking and spending great time by the ocean is my first big love! I remember eating a lobster cooked in palm leaves given to us by a local fisherman on the beach…  The postal office was a tiny aeroplane dropping mail mostly in the a river full of crocs :)…

With time I had a more close encounter with civilisation in the school made in bamboo and wood and stone. We often had to hunt with tribes for food … no supermarket at all :)… weheee… All we had was two jeeps, one radio and a lot of animals and nature, a german wolf and two cats and a cocktail made by people from all over the world dropping by to visit us… We had barbecue every 6/8/9/ of month. They all were speaking different languages.

 I’m an artist now, living in London, trying to fulfill my dream to master Tibetan art, a difficult and amazing technic, complex and sacred; and blend it with unique color techniques like Japanese and Indian  art… to create out of that learning great new graphics … Write me if you like my painting.

Muriel

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Life as a necklace

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This is what probably happens with all new cyberadventures. People don’t know what to expect. They wait. They want to see content. We started this project because we wanted to see it too; but the work is still in progress, as we have zillion ideas on how to improve but very little particle practical knowledge.

I’m very excited, though for last few weeks hardly had time to write anything myself, being busy trying to understand, as they put it on WordPress site, the poetry of code.

The binary wisdom of humankind poem.

The rhytm of commands.

The chorus of links.

Anyway, I think our memories like anchors or rather beams in the ocean of consciousnes. We measure our lives in memories, not in years. Trying to figure out what did actually, happenned to me in year 2000 starts from one of them, the memory of the very millenium night. 

This moment became a string on which I started to put my memories anew; a day by day, a month by month, and now a year by year.

 Let’s hold one bead of my life’ necklace a time.

Reset. I remember myself sitting on a plastic chair, which I borrowed from the place there I was purchaising local port wine for the last couple of weeks. The place was facing ocean. It was rising. It already scared away a beach party and was slowly advancing towards little row of bungalos. The water was very shallow, so I made myself comfortable quite away from the beach. I sat with my feet dipping in the Indian ocean. Chair legs were slowly sinking into muddy sand. Soon I found myself up to my chest in the water; it didn’t matter. The water was warm and gentle. I could figure out far away silhouettes of ships, above which a pride of  clouds raced south through bright pink sky. The sound of waves wrapping around. Behind was scattered laugther, and klingklung of forks and knives over the plates, and dinner talk, a trance track playing from the open window and dyiung in a distance motorcycle roar. A picture of a perfect peace. The sun set qucikly, but after it was gone behind the  horizon, I still could see for a few minutes, which felt like few eternities, the last ray of our nearest star balancing on the surface of water of the new millenia.

It was a great moment. Everything from that point somehow started to be different. Thinking about it still puts a smile on my face.

Boris Kislitsin

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