SHARE A BRAINWAVE

Tamara comes to my mind. Definitely Tamara. We hadn’t seen each other for ages. 14 years to be exact. Waves in our lives, time perhaps, different choices had separated us, and one day, like in Matrix, we popped up again, came to the surface, the surroundings may have changed, you and I may have changed, but she, my friend Tamara, was still the same, that day when we met, she still had the same laughter. And so we went to the beach, where we had gone 14 years before, and it was a quiet morning with a very sharp sunlight, a stabbing light, that is so common in this southern part of the hemisphere, and we talked and laughed, and the porpoise started to appear in the Strait of Magellan. In this neighborhood sometimes even a whale passes by.
Look, look she said, and the porpoise came nearer and nearer to the shore, they were dancing and circling, jumping up and down in the icy waters and Tamara said: They can hear our voices like sweet soundwaves they catch under water. With human sounds, they become happy and want to play. And the porpoise stayed with us all the time, as we sat and chatted softly on the beach.
Chile was a tsunami in my life and Tamara was always there on the shore.
When the military was trying to keep the last gasps of dictatorship and announced another possible military coup in 1990, just to shit-scare everyone - and right they did - no news came out of the radio for hours, nothing-nada, complete silence. No sound waves can be like death, your own death, the death of others, streets can die out, and then suddenly the only noise that entered the living room was classical music, no speakers, no information, just solemn classical music, played on the radio.
And then life changes, and time passes, all by itself, and we are pushed into new paradigmas, into new countries.
Time waves are trends that emerge, surge, engulf us all: People, houses, countries, a time wave can be like a tsunami, and when the wave is gone, everything might be shattered around you, your former beliefs, your world view, which before seemed so enlightened, are in ruins before your eyes.
Time waves can be the thruth we accept as…infinite truths…we comfortably accept the reality that surrounds us, like a distorted mirror, like a snap shot of our reflections. Some day in the future we will look at these silhouettes from the past,which once was the present, a snapshot of truths and they will make us wonder. So waves can be the long lines of history and the tsunamis are the breaks in history, that change our patterns of thinking, being and seeing.
My country, my country, Denmark…….perhaps in 20 years time we will look back at our reflections of the present and wonder, what we were and why we acted the way we did, wavering at humanity, excluding people from what we consider to be our universe of responsibilities.
In 10-20 years time we might ask ourselves of our participation for the misery in Iraq, and of the deaf-mute political mantras in which we believed.
Amazingly heardly no news come these days from Iraq, the place we have so managed to demonicratize.
And like a wave in time, back to the beginning:
HC Andersens fairy tale “The Snow Queen”, was and still is my favorite tale. I probably heard it when I was a very little girl, maybe it was my father who read it to me, my older brother and sister. He often read stories at night; he had been a speaker at a radiostation and still enjoyed making dramatic tones and acting out different persons, creating ambiences and sounds when reading. The “Snow Queen” always stuck with me, and the concept of the glass splinter in the little boy Kays eye, a splinter that made him see the world from another angle, a sinister angle, a splinter in your eye, or your I, and another world come to life, and I was amazed at the abundant ways of thinking, seeing and hearing, that can evolve.

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