Monthly Archive for May, 2010

Karma

The other night I stumbled upon a guy in a wheelchair. Or really, I didn’t stumble upon him as much as he called me out. If I could give him a push. Sure I can give him a push. Who’s gonna refuse a handicapped person a push? Ensuring me that he didn’t want money, he told me to ‘park’ him somewhere. Only to spontaneously give me a rather poor Sean Connery impression. The whole situation was just too funny, and having had a few too many drinks I had to laugh. After his stand up (well, not really…) comedy was done, he told me to give him ten bucks and wheel him home – which was the opposite direction from where he told me to push him first. But who can say no to poor, handicapped person? I wheeled him home (having had a few too many drinks, I can’t remember if I actually gave him the 10 bucks as well). Good karma.

This night, walking home again, I again came across the very same wheel chaired man. “Hey man –” -“Hey, it’s you again –” -“Can you give me push?” -“Sorry, not tonight, I’m in a hurry,” I said, walking past him, crossing the street. -“Hey man, ya can’t do tha, ya can’t do tha!!” -“Hey, I gave you a push yesterday, today I’m in a hurry, OK –” -“But I want a BEER NOW!!!”, he shouted after me in an angry voice. I hurried along, again disappointed at humanity — though I really shouldn’t have been surprised. Karma?

Drie weken

Drie weken nog. 21 dagen, 504 uur, 30240 minuten, 1.814.400 seconden, oneindig veel Plancktijden. Het lijkt kort, maar het is lang. Of andersom. Drie weken is de tijd dat ik in EthiopiĆ« zat, en in Zwitserland in de zomer van 2005. Drie weken gelden had ik end of year borrels bij docenten thuis, en over drie weken ben ik weer thuis, zie ik mezelf over het zesbaans zoab zoeven. Het is gek hoe je aan alles gehecht raakt: de gaten in het bolle wegdek, de lompe, inefficiĆ«nte, milieuonvriendelijke gele taxi’s, de slechte koffie van de deli op de hoek, ja, zelfs aan de dakloze bedelaar die je ‘s nachts in het Frans aanspreekt en aan de intense smerigheid van 14th street station. Drie weken nog, en dan zijn al die dingen opeens heel ver weg. Vroeger eindigde de heimwee bij het begin van de terugreis, nu is de heimwee totaal afwezig. Het lijkt gisteren dat ik in Amsterdam was, maar het was toch echt vorig jaar. Misschien ben ik in m’n hoofd al aan de terugreis begonnen.