Stig Quotes

Stig: 'Of course, she'll sail rings around Wolfswind,' Hal: 'Then why didn't you tell him that?' Stig: 'I like my head where it is.

Welcome to Shelter Bay,' he said to Stig. 'Is that what it's called?' Hal gave him a tired grin. 'It is now'.

Mind yourself in that guardroom," Gilan told him. Thorn grinned cheerfully. He never had any stomach butterflies before a fight. "I plan to be subtle," he said. Gilan looked at him, his head tilted curiously. "How's that?" "Once we go through that door, I'll bash anything that moves. And if they don't move, Stig will bash them." "You have a strange concept of subtle," Gilan said. Thorn's grin grew wider, "So I've been told.

He looked up at Stig and Hal. 'Told you this one was a keeper.' Lydia flushed as the two boys smiled. 'Shut up. You make sure you do your stuff with those two overgrown dinner bowls you call shields.

Journalism is the art of coming too late as early as possible. I’ll never master that.

All those days that came and went, little did I know that they were life.

If you even *need* a government, added Stig, "you are a life-form flawed beyond redemption.

But then comes a time when forgetting isn't possible. And I do mean a particular time when no amount of dreaming, not then and maybe not ever, can change how naked and unimportant we become in our own eyes.

People always find it amusing when they see a friend suffering, Stig thought.

You never know what is waiting for you around the corner. You start the day with the fairest prospects, and before nightfall everything is as rocky and ding-basted as stig tossed full of doodlegammon.

Jag tycker inte om trohet därför att den är vacker, men därför att den är nödvändig. Den som bedrar en människa dödar henne långsamt.

The more you believe in the power of thought, and the more you listen to your breath, the greater changes you can create in your life.

Real dread is knowing that your thoughts lie to you, even when you think you are being honest

All of those days that came and went - I didn’t realize those were life.

Te leven betekent strikt genomen niets anders dan dag voor dag zelfmoord op te schuiven.

People demanded of those who were suffering their way through the German autumn that they should learn from their misfortune. No one thought that hunger is a very bad teacher

Zaista su imali sreću da se sretnu. Našli su ono za čime su tragali i borili se da to zadrže, sve dok nisu stigli u sigurnu luku i konačno umakli svim olujama. Svi djelići su bili spojeni u cjelinu i upleteni u novu tkaninu njihovih života

I received in inheritance neither god nor a given spot on earth from where I can draw the attention of a god: no one either legated me the well disguised fury of the skeptic, the Sioux guiles of the rationalist or the burning innocence of the atheist. So I dare not throw the stone neither at the one who believes in things which inspire me only doubt, nor at the one who cultivates his doubt as if it was not, just as well, surrounded with darkness. This stone would hit me myself because I am well certain about one thing: the need of consolation that dwells within the human being is impossible to satisfy.

When she enters the room she immediately shuts the window and draws the shade with a quick, hard pull. Then she throws herself down on the bed, and the sobbing starts all over again. It's as if she can't sob when she's not in a lying position - either that or she has to start sobbing the moment she lies down.

Med näsduken pressad mot ett öga i taget gråter han av tomhet, gråter och gråter, ty tomheten har fler tårar än någonting annat.

Wise, because wisdom is to be in love with life, whereas foolishness is to be ashamed of love

Kad smo napokon stigli, a već se bližila večer, čitavo me tijelo boljelo i osijećala sam se kao što se vjerojatno osijeća kamen po kojemu je čitav dan udarao vodopad.

Mašta će nas često odvoditi do svjetova kojih nikada nije bilo. Ali bez nje nikamo ne bismo stigli. Sumnja nam omogućuje da razlučimo maštu od činjenica, da provjerimo naša razmišljanja.

Stig here could probably eat a ship if he was hungry enough,” Thorn said, straight-faced. Stig looked sidelong at him. He was used to the old sea wolf’s teasing. “I’d need a lot of salt,” he said.

When Erak was safely out of earshot, Stig turned to his friend. ‘Of course, she’ll sail rings around Wolfwind,’ he said. ‘Then why didn’t you tell him that?’ Hal asked, grinning. ‘I like my head where it is.

After all, there is little we can do when we're sitting at the same table and drinking tea with someone we hate. Judas himself could be sitting at our table, and we wouldn't ask him about Jesus. We would talk to him about the weather.

Och ren måste den som man älskar vara. Annars kan man inte älska henne. Men att älska en människa är också att göra henne ren.

But so uncaring is life against the man who has killed a child that everything after is too late.

L'idée me vient finalement que toute consolation ne prenant pas en compte ma liberté est trompeuse, qu'elle n'est que l'image réfléchie de mon désespoir.

I think that the more theoretical knowledge you obtain, the more multifarious and kaleidoscopic your view becomes of the reality that lurks behind concepts. This reality is so insatiably rich that a fixed determinant of a concept's position must simply be an absurdity.

esse querido plano interior; o segredo da felicidade é não termos escrúpulos para connosco e termos o máximo de atenções para com todos os outros; de resto, o próprio tempo disse já adeus a todos os piratas da alma

One day a year let’s all pretend that death is tucked up, fast asleep. That no lives meet a tragic end, no dreams are shattered on the cheap. The world’s at peace, there are no wars, we hug our friend, our former foe. No beggars die outside locked doors, all cells are empty on death row. Nobody’s stabbed, nobody’s shot, no car runs over someone’s friend. This can’t be true! – Well, maybe not. All I’m saying is: let’s pretend.

But where is the root of suffering? He begins talking about the happiness of suffering, about the beauty of suffering. Suffering is not dirty, suffering is not pitiable. No, suffering is great because suffering makes people great...It is impossible to convince him that suffering is something unworthy.

You know, Bayliss," said Jimmy thoughtfully, rolling over on the couch, "life is peculiar, not to say odd. You never know what is waiting for you round the corner. You start the day with the fairest prospects, and before nightfall everything is as rocky and ding-basted as stig tossed full of doodlegammon.

I have no philosophy in which I can move like a fish in water or a bird on the wing. All I have is an endless struggle, every second of my life, between false consolations that only add to my feeling of powerlessness and deepen my despair, and true consolations that bring me momentary freedom. I should probably say the true consolation, because for me only one exists: the one that allows me to know myself as a free human being, within my own boundaries, untouchable.

She squinted at his nametag. Her eyes weren't quite working. "What's your name?" "Stig." "Stick?" she asked, half ready to believe it. He shook his head and pointed his long index finger at the name stitched on his uniform. "S-T-I-G. Stig." Harriet's breath caught. "I can't believe it. I've been looking for you.

Med människor i en liten båt sker något sällsamt. Vad de upplever är att de känner sig ensamma. Vad de känner är att de är ensamma tillsammans, tillsammans med de andra i båten. Därför uppstår mellan människor i små båtar en tillfällig tillgivenhet. Man har ju bara varandra och djupa vatten är skrämmande och små båtar är mycket bräckliga. Var och en blir den andres livboj. Är inte du rädd så inte är jag det.

...aspirava a uma paz que só a inocência na solidão pode proporcionar, a paz de um solitário inocente, que não abandonou nem traiu ninguém para estar só, um solitário que se conserva à margem do sangue e do sofrimento, sem que lhe possam ser pedidas contas.

Det var noe uendelig trist over henne, selv om ansiktet hadde det alminnelige blide uttrykket. Akkurat som hun var lei seg uten å være klar over det.

- Ja vill inte vara ditt barn. (Bengt) - Vad vill du vara då? (Gun) - Din älskare. (Bengt)

Kärlek är någonting som man inte kan rå för.

Judas himself could be sitting at our table, and we wouldn't ask him about Jesus. We would talk to him about the weather.

People demanded of those who were suffering their way through the German autumn that they should learn from their misfortune. No one thought that hi her is a very bad teacher

I upravo kada ste stigli do vrha planine, tek tada bi trebalo da počnete uspon.

You start the day with the fairest prospects, and before nightfall everything is as rocky and ding-basted as stig tossed full of doodlegammon.

This is the real thing, Stig. You and me, right here, right now. I want it. I want us.

Stig was right when he said, I know you want things to be black and white but sometimes they’re not. People are complicated, and so are the gods.

That’ll make Edvin happy. He’s always keen to replenish our stocks of fresh meat whenever he can.” “It’ll make Ingvar happy too,” Stig put in. “He’s always keen to eat it.

Kloof barked excitedly and Stig hurried to grab her collar before she could go after Wulf and fetch him.

Det är ett faktum som ingen kan bestrida att hon under hela denna långa tid inte en dag vikit från min sida. Om dagarna har hon ständigt varit i mina tankar. Om nätterna har hon varit i mina drömmar.

When Erak was safely out of earshot, Stig turned to his friend. “Of course, she’ll sail rings around Wolfwind,” he said. “Then why didn’t you tell him that?” Hal asked, grinning. “I like my head where it is.

Det som binder henne och det som också binder honom är ögonblickets skönhet. Ingenting är ju så vackert som de första ensamma minuterna med någon som skulle kunna älska en och någon man själv skulle kunna älska. Det finns ingenting så tyst som de minuterna, ingenting så mättat med ljuv förväntan. För de få minuterna är det som man älskar, inte för de många som följer. Aldrig mer, vet de, skall något så vackert hända dem. Gladare skall de kanske bli, hetare också och oändligt nöjda med sina egna kroppar och varandras. Men aldrig mer skall det bli så vackert.

Behöver man vara rädd för den man har älskat? För jag älskade henne. Jag älskade henne verkligen. Det är sant. Men jag är ju inte rädd. Jag bara saknar henne. Först gjorde jag det inte. Ty inte saknar man det som inte finns. Nu vet jag att hon finns. Hon finns ini mig. Därför att hon älskade mig, finns hon ini mig. Därför skall jag låta henne stanna.

Å, herregud! Hvor jeg skulle ønske styrkeforholdet hukommelse/glemsel var motsatt fordelt! Det må skyldes en grunnleggende skjevhet i mitt system at denne helt urimelige ubalansen får bestå. Der mine lykketreff av glede ryker ut med badevannet, oppbevares fadesene i et brannsikkert hvelv. Mine fineste stunder gnagd vellystig i stykker av tidens tann, mens munnfullene av nederlag forblir hele og ufordøyde, slik at jeg blir nødt til å svelge dem i meg gang etter gang.

Os pensamentos que zoam no meu crânio são locatários de uma noite, meia dúzia de pares sem casa num ninho de amor passageiro, o fragor do guindaste da draga virá igualizar tudo, os momentos de deliciosa angústia do meu coração são roubados à sociedade de armadores que me emprega

... uten en ekstrem velvilje overfor livet i sin alminnelighet, en gjennomstrømmende sympati for alt omkring en, ingen litteratur overhodet. Eller med Handkes ord altså: hengivenhet. Hengivenhet til en verden man ikke nødvendigvis ønsker eller klarer å ha så altfor mye med å gjøre. Hengivenhet også til verden som et bedritent sted å være. Hengivenhet, åkkesom, til verden og de mennesker som bebor dem. Hengivenhet hinsides godt og ondt.

Otputovali su autobusom nekoliko dana kasnije, a kada su stigli u Panama Siti, Alerton je već počeo da se žali kako je Li previše zahtevan u svojim prohtevima. Inače, veoma dobro su se slagali. Sada, kada je Li mogao da provodi dane i noći s predmetom svoje pažnje, on je odahnuo od osećanja stalne praznine i straha.

Orc. They're distantly related to humans. Most of them never speak. They always wear masks, but even then they're painfully awkward. Each one has some sort of gift that they're magically good at. Gretchen is a healer. Skippy is the best pilot in the world." Mosh was nodding thoughtfully in the dark. "So that explains the Stig.

It is impossible to express the experiences you have below the surface with words, when water gently caresses your face and body, the pulse decreases and your brain relaxes. You are immediately cut off from the stress and hustle of everyday life when you are below the surface – there are no noisy telephones or SMS messages, no inboxes full of mail, no electrical bills, or other trivialities of everyday life taking up time and energy. There is nothing connecting you to the surface but the same withheld breath that connects you to life. There is only you and a growing pressure on your chest that feels like a loving hug and the vibrations from the deep quiet tone of the sea. It is quite possible that this deep quiet tone is none other than the mantra Om, the sound of the universe, trickling life into every cell of your body.

«— Å løfte oss ut av vår ensomhet, det er kanskje det de største bøkene gjør med oss – at de setter oss inn i et ellers uoppnåelig fellesskap, inn i en større sammenheng, der vår individualitet, og dermed også ensomhet, vrakes til fordel for noe større. Og hvor vi mister oss selv, mer enn at vi finner oss selv. Det er det deilige ved det,»

Plakao sam zbog svega. Plakao sam kao da nikad nisam plakao. Plakao sam i za sve koji nisu stigli da plaču. Plakao sam i za sve koji su stigli da plaču, ali nisu stigli do kraja. Gazda me je video kako plačem s psom u krilu i nije mi prilazio. Nema tu šta da se prilazi, kad se čovek stvarno rasplače. Plakao sam dok mi nije bilo dosta, a onda sam prestao.

Det är nutidsmänniskans tragik att hon har upphört att våga vara rädd. Det är ödesdigert för därmed följer att hon också successivt tvingas sluta med att tänka.

Naturalmente è inevitabile che finisca per accorgersi della sua presenza, non è possibile pensare così intensamente a una persona senza che questa non lo avverta.

She had that rare quality: the courage to show love

Och de dödsdömda kan inte protestera, de kan bara dö. Det är domarna som måste bli annorlunda, mindre domare, mer människor, mindre rättvisa, mer mänskliga.

Kognitiv selvskading

Är det att leva, att man är så ohyggligt ensam att man inte ens förmår att smitta ner de ’friska’ med sin ’sjukdom’?

You get to sit by yourself, listen to music and read a book. It must be heaven.

El consuelo verdadero, puesto que solo existe para mí un consuelo verdadero, aquel que me dice que soy un hombre libre, un individuo inviolable, un ser soberano dentro de mis límites.

For so uncaring is life constructed that a minute before a happy man kills a child he is still happy and a minute before a woman screams with fear she can close her eyes and dream of the sea and the last minute of a child's life this child's parents can sit in the kitchen and wait for sugar and speak of their child's white teeth and about a rowing boat and the child itself can close a gate and start walking across a road with a few lumps of sugar wrapped in white paper in its right hand and this entire last minute nothing see except a long, shiny river and a broad boat with silent oars.

In the autumn of 1946 the leaves were falling in Germany for the third time since Churchill’s famous speech about the falling of leaves. It was a gloomy season with rain, cold – and hunger, especially in the Ruhr and generally throughout the rest of the old Third Reich. All autumn, trains arrived in the Western Zones with refugees from the Eastern Zone. Ragged, starving and unwelcome, they crowded in dark, stinking station-bunkers or in the giant windowless bunkers that look like rectangular gasometers, looming like huge monuments to defeat in Germany’s collapsed cities. The silence and passive submission of these apparently insignificant people gave a sense of dark bitterness to that German autumn. They became significant just because they came and never stopped coming and because they came in such numbers. They became significant perhaps not in spite of their silence but because of it, for nothing can be expressed with such a charge of menace as that which is not expressed.

If only the physical aspects of hatha yoga are used, it is called ghatastha yoga (ghata means “physical effort”). Modern expressions like “fitness yoga” and “power yoga” that flourish within gym classes are within the same category, even if they do not derive from the original exercises’ rhythm and succession. In many instances “power yoga” has a positive effect on physical health; but if there is no aim to ease the mind, to gain self-insight and control of your thoughts, and to experience the divine within you and within the universe, the deeper meaning of yoga and - possibly life - is lost.

At det er det forelskelsen gjør, den løfter oss over, den bærer oss tørrskodd over det som egentlig er en stri strøm, der vi ville blitt feid bort fra hverandre med én gang hvis vi prøvde å ta oss over på egen hånd.

— Herr domare, gör med mej vad ni vill! Giljotinera mej, utsätt mej för skärseldens gröna, röda och violetta plågor gör mej till hund – men förskona mej från en sak! Förvandla mej inte till domare! Bara inte domare.

The landscape here was strange. It was some type of forest, with giant vines that grew into spirals, round and round, growing up fifty metres toward the sky. They were massive. Some were fifteen metres across, narrowing as they rose.

Does fidelity even have any meaning in cases where it’s not absolute? And what value does it have if it’s going to be violated someday anyway? The smallest crimes are the largest. By perpetrating them you demonstrate that you are capable of anything.

Ni inbillar er att en oskyldig dödsdömd är annorlunda än en vanlig dödsdömd, men det är ju inte alls fallet, eftersom bilorna i bägge fallen är identiska, eftersom bödelns obarmhärtighet i bägge fallen är like stor, eftersom han i världens ögon är lika skyldig som den skyldige.

As I stand by the sea, I can learn from the sea. No one can demand of the sea that it bears all our boats, or of the wind that it continually fills our sails. Likewise no one has the right to demand of me that my life should be captive to performing only certain tasks. Not duty above all, but life!

Para mim, estar inocente significa não se ter nascido ou estar-se morto. Admito isto, estou pronto a reconhecer que há muitas espécies diferentes de culpa: uma culpa mais inocente do que a da maioria, e uma mais carregada, uma que transborda do sentimento da falta e outra que corre apenas gota a gota.

Experiența[..] este capătul unor încercări fructoase, întreprinse cu cel mai desăvârșit cinism, de a nega toate acele lucruri pe care le-au prețuit ca adevărate,curate,drepte. Ei unii nu-și dau seama de teribilul cinism care zace în această permanentă definire a experienței ca suprem scop al vieții.

Jag saknar tro och kan därför aldrig bli någon lycklig människa, ty en lycklig människa skall aldrig behöva frukta att hennes liv är ett meningslöst irrande mot den vissa döden. Jag har varken ärvt en god eller fast punkt på jorden varifrån jag skulle kunna tilldraga mig en guds uppmärksamhet. Jag har heller inte ärvt skeptikerns väl dolda raseri eller ateistens brinnande oskuld. Jag vågar därför inte kasta sten på henne som tror på ting, på vilka jag tvivlar eller på honom som dyrkar ett tvivel, som vore inte även det omgivet av mörker. Den stenen skulle träffa mig själv, ty om en sak är jag fast övertygad: att människans behov av tröst är omättligt.

It may be true that death is a big empty hole and that sorrow is to know just how empty that hole is, but it's only true if you are sober. If you have liquor, then you can fill the hole up with all the beautiful thoughts you can think of and all the nice words you can find. You can fill it up all the way to the brim and place a stone on it afterward.

Ändå jämrade sig minnet och sade: Riv inte, det är mina hus. Ni får inte slakta Klara! Varför inte, frågade då förnuftet, och minnet svarade: Därför att det är i denna del av världen som du har upplevt de klarvaknaste och mest spännande timmarna i ditt liv. Därför att alla dessa Klaras hus varit kulisser åt dina drömmar, bakgrunder till dina vandringar, vittnen till dina konspirationer.

Men ingenting av detta får, tycker jag, hindra Davis’ anhängare från att fortsätta, väl medvetna om att detta bara är början. Om det blir mer än en början, det kan vi inte veta och det får inte göra oss nånting. Inte heller får vi tycka att det hela för den skull är meningslöst, för det är aldrig meningslöst att föredra det omöjliga framför det möjliga. Det enda meningslösa är att acceptera det möjliga.

What’s this crazy sail plan you’ve got there?” He was walking down to the ship now. Someone had placed a boarding ramp against the rail and he climbed up, studying the twin yardarms and the bundled-up sails. Hal and Stig joined him. Others clustered round the bow of the beached ship, straining to see. “It’s my design, Oberjarl. It’s based on a bird’s wing,” Hal said. Erak frowned. He shoved one of the yardarms with his toe. “Why? What’s the point? I mean, it’s pretty, but why do you want a sail like a bird’s wing?” “She’ll point higher into the wind than a square sail,” Hal said. Erak looked doubtful. “So you say.” “She’ll point three times as high as a wolfship,” Stig interjected indignantly. “She’ll sail rings around a wolfship!” Erak turned slowly to regard him. There was a long silence and Stig’s face began to redden. “Who are you? His lawyer?” Erak asked.

Niets is zo mooi als de eerste eenzame minuten met iemand die jou zou kunnen beminnen en iemand die je zelf zou kunnen beminnen. Er bestaat niets dat zo stil is als die minuten, niets zo verzadigd met liefdelijke verwachting. In die paar minuten heeft men lief, niet in de vele die volgen. Nooit meer weet zij, zal zo iets schoons hen overkomen. Blijer zullen ze misschien worden, beter ook, en oneindig tevreden met elkaars lichaam. Maar nooit zal het meer zo schoon zijn.

...de vermos qualquer coisa de sólido em vez deste vazio pavoroso neste espaço cuja extensão atroz nunca ousámos imaginar enquanto vivíamos no nosso buraco, porque é como um poço sem fundo; debruçamo-nos cada vez mais, a tal ponto que acabamos por cair, e uma vez caídos, continuamos a cair toda a vida sem termos outra coisa para viver além dessa queda sem fim, até ao dia em que morremos em plena queda sem jamais chegarmos a atingir fundo algum, porque somos aniquilados durante a nossa própria queda e devorados pelo vazio depois de termos desesperadamente tentando dar-lhes sentido esforçando-nos para chegar ao fundo

They are given a lot of alcohol, suspiciously more than they have a right to, and it tastes good. First, it warms you and gives you beautiful eyes, and then it makes everyone else's eyes beautiful, too. Everything hard becomes soft, and all that is yours becomes theirs. If you give someone your hand, there is someone to take it. And if you say something, there is someone who will listen as if it were worth listening to. You get closer to each other, and it feels good to get closer. Your lips become beautiful, and your mouth becomes gentle and friendly. Everything is warm and all shadows disappear. Sorrow itself takes on the form of happiness.

reading for me is one of the central facets of existence. I cannot spend a day without a book. I have – in common with everybody – regular moments of mental unrest, roiling disquiet, uncertainty and anxiety. I manage them with a sedative, an analgesic: the escape into worlds created by other people. The invention of the novel, it seems to me, is one of the true triumphs of human endeavour. It codifies something magnificent within all of us: the act of empathy. When we read, we forge a connection with an author, and often then a common culture or tradition that is greater than us. Reading is an act of enlarging, of expansion. It makes our ‘I’ bigger than just ourselves; it stretches our sense of identity and experience.

Vari består då detta under? Helt enkelt i den plötsliga upptäckten att ingen, varken makter eller människor, har rätt att ställa sådana krav på mig att min lust till liv förtvinar. Ty om lusten icke finns – vad kan då finnas? Eftersom jag står vid havet kan jag lära av havet. Ingen har rätt att begära av havet att det skall bära alla båtar eller av vinden att den ständigt skall fylla alla segel. Lika litet har någon rätt att begära av mig, att mitt liv skall bli en fångenskap under funktioner. Inte plikten framför allt utan livet! Jag, liksom varje människa, måste ha rätt till ögonblick då jag får ta ett steg åt sidan och känna, att jag inte bara är en del i den massa, som kallas jordens befolkning, utan en självständig verkande enhet.

C'è infatti in Germania una quantità di sinceri antifascisti che sono più delusi, più disorientati e più sconfitti di quanto lo siano i simpatizzanti nazisti: delusi perchè la liberazione non è stata radicale come si erano aspettai; disorientati perchè non vogliono solidarizzare con il malcontento dei tedeschi, in cui si trovano a rintracciare troppo nazismo nascosto, nè con la politica degli alleati, di cui osservano con costernazione l'indulgenza nei confronti dei vecchi nazisti; e infine sconfitti , perchè in quanto tedeschi dubitano di poter far valere la loro quota di partecipazione alla vittoria alleata, e allo stesso tempo, in quanto antinazisti, non sono altrettanto convinti di non avere alcuna responsabilità nella sconfitta tedesca.

U kolovozu je bilo vrijeme za kvartalni pregled u bolnici Anderson. Jai i ja odletjeli smo za Houston i ostavili djecu s bejbisitericom. Ponašali smo se kao da smo na nekakvom romantičnom bijegu od kuće. Dan prije pregleda otišli smo čak do velikog vodenog parka - dakako, moja ideja o romantičnom bijegu — i ja sam se vozio na toboganu smijući se kao lud. A onda, u srijedu 15. kolovoza 2007., stigli smo u bolnicu da s mojim onkologom, Robertom Wolffom, pogledamo najnovije CT snimke. Uveli su nas u ordinaciju gdje je medicinska sestra postavila nekoliko rutinskih pitanja. — Ima li kakvih promjena u težini, Randy? Uzimate li još uvijek iste lijekove? - Jai je primijetila veseo, zapjevan ton sestrina glasa kad je puna vedrine rekla: - U redu, doktor će uskoro doći i vidjeti vas — i zatvorila vrata. U ordinaciji se nalazilo računalo. Primijetio sam da ga sestra nije isključila; moj medicinski karton nalazio se na ekranu. Naravno da sam se dobro snalazio s računalom, ali ova situacija nije tražila nikakvo hakiranje. Čitava povijest bolesti bila je ispred mene. - Hoćemo li baciti pogled? - upitao sam Jai. Nisam osjećao nikakvu grižnju savjesti zbog toga. Napokon, radi se o mojim nalazima. Počeo sam pregledavati i pronašao nalaze krvi. Bilo je tu nekakvih tridesetak nepoznatih vrijednosti, ali ja sam znao što tražim - marker tumora CA19-9. Pronašao sam ga i ukazao se jezivi broj 208. Normalna vrijednost je ispod 37. Proučavao sam ga koju sekundu. - Gotovo je - rekao sam Jai. - Igra je svršena. - Što hoćeš reći? - upitala je. Pokazao sam joj vrijednosti CA19-9. Bila je već dovoljno upućena u liječenje tumora i znala je da 208 znači metastaze -smrtnu osudu. - To nije smiješno - rekla je. - Prestani se zafrkavati.

Kad sam bio mali, imao sam ujaka koji me je vodio u Firencu. Ostao mi je u predivnoj uspomeni. Veseli, radoznali momak, voleo je umetnost i književnost i u tajnosti je pisao komedije. Odlučio je da svojim sestrićima mora pružiti estetsko obrazovanje, a ja sam bio njegov jedini sestrić. Mi potičemo iz okoline Pize, i u to vreme odlazak u Firencu bilo je pravo putovanje. Ustajali smo u zoru, hvatali stari autobus koji nas je vozio u Pizu i tamo čekali voz za Firencu. Još se sećam tih jutara kada smo putovali, bele kafe u kuhinji, sa upaljenim svetlom, jer zimi je još bio mrak, sendviča u vozu, onoga što mi je ujak pričao dok se kroz prozor odmotavao krajolik. Govorio je o, za mene, čudesnim imenima, o stvarima koje ću videti tog dana. I nabrajao je: Fra Anđeliko, Đoto, Karavađo, Paolo Učelo. žvaćuči sendvič, razmišljao sam o tom blaženom Anđeliku koji je čitavog dana slikao anđele i koji je freskama oslikao manastir samo zarad sreće svoje sabraće. Đoto je pak bila marka mojih drvenih bojica, i najzad ću videti Đotov “O”, što je bila najsavršenija stvar na svetu. Zatim bismo stigli u Firencu i šetali gradom. Gledao sam ogromne tavanice galerije Ufici, one tajnovite slike, upečatljiva platna. Držeći ujaka za ruku, hodao sam Vazarijevim prolazom. Ovo je sveto mesto, rekao bi mi. Zatim bismo otišli u ulicu Gibelina, u jednu staru krčmu. I ujak bi me pitao: hoćeš li da probaš škembiće? Odatle smo išli u baziliku Svetog Marka da vidimo blaženog Anđelika. Blago njemu, mislio sam, on je video anđele. Ja nisam nikada uspeo da vidim ni svog anđela čuvara, premda bi se uveče, pre odlaska u krevet, nenadano osvrtao u nadi da ću ga iznenaditi, ili bih se preko ramena ogledao u ogledalu. I pitao sam ujaka: kaži mi, kako da vidim anđele ? A on bi mi odgovorio: da bi video anđele treba umeti držati kičicu. Kakva zagonetna rečenica. Prevrtao sam je po glavi dok sam obilazio ćelije manastira Svetog Marka.

Prvog samostalnog putovanja sjećam se kao da je bilo jučer. Imao sam šesnaest godina, bila je zima, a prijatelj i ja htjeli smo novogodišnje školske praznike provesti u jednom bečkom skvotu, a do tamo doći autostopom. Roditelji me, naravno, nisu pustili. Roditeljima su djeca uvijek premlada za to što žele učiniti. Bilo je tu moljakanja, suza, svađe i svega, ali nisam odustao. Toliko sam to želio, da sam bio spreman otići i bez njihovog blagoslova. Djeca uvijek misle da su dovoljno stara za ono što žele učiniti. Nikad nisam bježao od kuće i nije mi bila draga pomisao da to prvi put napravim, ali čuo sam srce onim jasnim, razgovjetnim tonom i znao sam da ga moram poslušati, da imam pravo na to. Stoga sam mirno objesnio roditeljima da idem. Ne znam jesu li iz odlučnosti moga glasa shvatili da sam dovoljno star za to što želim učiniti ili da jednostavno nemaju izbora, pa su popustili. Otac je mene i prijatelja odvezao do naplatnih kućica na autocesti i poželio nam sretan put. U trenutku kada smo na cestu spustili stare ruksake te prvi put ispružili palčeve, osjetio sam Beskraj u svojim plućima. Uopće mi nije bilo važno hoće li pasti novi snijeg ili sjekire, hoće li prvi auto koji stane voziti miss svijeta ili serijski ubojica. Mi smo bili na Cesti. Prepustili smo se njezinoj režiji. Iako je do Beča samo 400 km, a iz priča smo znali da stoperi to riješe unutar jednog dana, nama se ta sreća nije nasmješila. Do popodneva smo jedva stigli do obilaznice oko Graza, a potom tamo opet zapeli. Pao je mrak, pa nije bilo više smisla stopirati. Našli smo komad suhog tla ispod jednog nadvožnjaka i tamo se zavukli u stare vojne vreće za spavanje. Padao je snijeg, vlaga je bila u zraku, autocesta je bila osvijetljena i bučna, a loše vojne vreće nisu nas nimalo grijale, ali ja sam bio sretan kao nikad dotad. Osjećao sam se kao da sam se upravo rodio. Došao sam na ovaj svijet nekim čudom šesnaest godina ranije, ali toga dana sam JA odlučio postojati. Taj miris vlažnog snijega, hladnog betona mosta i spaljenih guma na cesti, bio je miris koji me opijao. Bio je to miris slobode. Isti taj miris zapuhne me kao dašak Beskraja svaki put kada sjednem u avion, na bicikl, u kajak, kad zakoračim svijetom, kada uzmem stvar u svoje ruke, kad donesem pravu odluku, kada slušam srce. Tada kao da se ponovno hvatam na taj kotač života i živim život kakav bih trebao biti. Taj miris slobode najčešće osjećam na putovanjima. ... Zašto je sloboda tako blisko povezana s putovanjem? Zato što se na putu oslobađamo svih onih utega svakodnevnice. U našoj svakodnevnici zapravo se ponašamo po brojnim obrascima, kalupima. Rutina nas određuje. Iz dana u dan učvršćujemo kalupe i gradimo identitet. Kad jednom odemo na put, kad se izmjestimo, svi ti kalupi ostaju iza nas. Doma možemo biti predsjednik države ili rock-zvijezda, ali kada se nađemo u nekom selu u Africi gdje nas nitko ne zna, možemo se samo zapitati tko smo zaista. Naš dan u svakodnevnici često određuje niz nužnosti, a naše svakodnevne odluke nisu samo naše. Na putu, pak, svako jutro donosi novi start i novi paket mogućnosti, a mi svakim korakom i svakom odlukom kreiramo svoju sudbinu. Ta mogućnost biranja, ta mogućnost upravljanja svojim životom, zove se sloboda. … Sloboda je mogućnost izbora, a na Putu je možemo kudikamo intenzivnije i dublje doživjeti nego kod kuće. No, naši izbori mogu nas odvesti u pakao zatvora i u blaženstvo Beskraja. Razlika je ponajviše u tome da li prilikom prakticiranja vlastite slobode marimo i za slobodu drugih bića s kojima dijelimo planet.

The word ‘steward’ derives from the Anglo-Saxon ‘stig’, meaning a hall, and ‘weard’, which is ward, guardian or keeper.

Velika prozorska stakla na gimnaziji "Srpskih vladara" blistaju od sreće pod zracima blagog zimskog sunca, ali iza njih, u učionicama, vlada sumorna atmosfera. Profesori podmuklim glasom izlažu velike i večne istine, a prezasićeni i umorni đaci polako tonu u dremež. Poslednji čas se odužio kao da je vreme stalo i kao da se više nikada neće pokrenuti, živo je samo u muzičkom kabinetu, gde se članovi plesne grupe "Pingvini su kul" pripremaju za gradsko takmičenje. Sami su izabrali muziku, sami su uradili koreografiju i evo, posle 2 meseca požrtvovanog rada, stigli su do prve kompletne probe. Grupu čini 6 dečaka i 6 devojaka, koji uz veliki hit Bijonse "Single Ladies" razdragano plešu, nastojeći da se stope u jedno telo i jednu dušu.

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I was determined to teach him (Jeremy) a safe route if nothing else, and not to repeat his legendary North Pole experience. A former sergeant from the SBS gave Jeremy a lesson on dispatching polar bears with a shotgun. He's kicked doen more doors with that weapon than Jezza had eaten hot breakfasts. But that didn't stop Jeremy telling the sergeant he was wrong, and taking over the lesson. They pushed Jeremy into a frozen lake later that week, but I'm sure there was no connection.

Da nessun'altra parte il reato commesso per necessità è tollerato come in Germania: è uno di quegli aspetti che i cappellani militari alleati chiamano mancanza di morale. Scendere in basso è più lecito che soccombere.