Stayed there for 82 days, 82 days of pure silence and freedom, emancipation. Soon I erected the tent, organized things nicely in, as my home, and went to seek for foods. I had enough foods for three days, therefore enough time to find foods; it was easy: roots and leaves, and fire. These three elements of life. In half day I could find enough roots enough for a week to consume. The land could offer me foods for years. I was happy. In a few days, or a week, I found myself in an state of absolute peace and freedom, emancipated from all I hated whole my life. I followed morning walks and evening longer walks. And wrote and wrote and wrote. The silence, the peace, the beauty of mornings and evenings and me alone, without stupidity of meeting this or that. All disappeared and it was me connected with a silent meaning. I felt the recovery is already finished in a week. I put a note from my papers here: - day 39 and 40: I could not write yesterday. I was stung by a snake. It was almost a big one, about 150cm, something about 30cm shorter than me. I did all the basics, and cut the spot like an X and sucked the blood and yellow grey poison and spitted out. I continued it for more than half an hour. I was then fainted. I woke up when it was dark. My muscles had got a terrible contraction. Anyway I managed to move to the tent and covered myself. Had a severe fever for an hour or so and then I slept, or possibly fainted again. Today morning I feel better but still my muscles is aching. My leg is swollen badly and seems gone black. It is twice as usual. Afternoon: I am feeling better cl.ly/ZRmb?_ga=1.232394971.573127290.1417375004
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 03:00:24 +0000
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