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Hans Ernst Varner ([info]heil_hans) wrote,
@ 2008-01-21 04:04:00
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Current mood: worried

private journal entry six
So I have been given a motorcycle - what glorious freedom! My Kase and I rode through the streets of Paris, and out of the city proper to look up at the stars on the hill. Such speed we can acheive with the motorcycle, like flying! Kase came up with the name Frollo - after a character in a book I have not read. I want to read this book now. On the way back, he drove - more fun, I think that was - to watch the joy on his face and to hold on white-knuckled but excited not knowing what would come next.

We went to the Occitan bistro for dinner. I am growing quite fond of that place. The people are all so boisterous - they had a musicala going on. Everyone had instruments - and my Kase played the fiddle. And oh how he played! What a glorious sight to see him lost in the music, improvising along with the other musicians - the smile he gave me when our eyes met, even as he played. The people who own the bistro are nice too, and their son seems to adore Kase. I do not blame him! To a child, Kase must be very facinating - with the stories, and the cleverness. I am no child, but I find that facinating as well.

When we were saying goodbye... he said something though, something that worried me. Kase said I am rarely invisible, choucroute .Half-hidden in the shadows, at times, but rarely invisible. The shadows need me more than usual in the immediate future...

I worry of the meaning of this. If he is in danger - if he must do something dangerous. What if something were to happen? I have not prayed in so many years, but maybe he would teach me to pray again. In Occitan, of course - because this to me seems the language that is closest to God.

If anything were to happen to him...

It is unthinkable. I am sure he has done these things so many times. He knows what he is doing, yes? Yes he does. I should not worry him with my worry. But.. the prayer. I will ask him about that. Tonight he taught me some pleasantries... it is perhaps a bit of a stretch to transition from those to a prayer, but good practice perhaps.

Oh Kase, whatever you do in those shadows - be safe, be safe...



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