Sunday, September 18, 2011
Survival
Palms sweating- heart pounding. I weigh the risks. My family needs food. They are going to starve up there if I don't bring something back. Sure, I could stay close to the nest- and forage what little scraps I could find along the path that the wild dogs haven't picked up for themselves yet. But the little one needs real nourishment... and that means going out and across. The dangers are great. I must use all my senses to stay alive. ...stay alive. That is the goal of everyday here. Every second. I can't trust anyone or anything in this jungle... NOW is the moment and I sprint out into the open! Time seems to speed up and stop altogether at the same time. I run- I dodge- I made it... Food is plentiful on this side. My child will eat tonight. I allow myself to feel triumphant for a few seconds before I turn around and plan my return trip. I hate crossing the streets in Bangkok.
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2 comments:
I'm so glad you're back! I was afraid that Jackalope's bones were out bleaching in the desert sun.
Your post reminds me of my visit to Shenyang. Crossing the streets was really frightening, but I loved the adventure of being in a city of five million or so. There was no English language presence in the whole city. I also enjoyed your family blog this morning. Miss you!
I like the fun heightened sense of danger, endmarked with humor/comic relief...it reminded me of the hunger games on first read, before I got to the last line though and I didn't know where you were going.
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