Fromage

23.11

Today I woke up at 10.43 in the library. Fed up with revising for the Talmud exam which awaited me in precisely 3.37h I started reading an grotesque story about the Death of the Little God, which kind of suited my mood, for my personal god has never been of a great size and confronted with the exam and the Jewish writings he knew nothing about he started to shrink and I assume, for I haven’t actually bothered to ask him how he felt, too concerned with my own heart pounding uncontrollably, due to the coffee I had just before ascending to the library dungeon. It was actually this coffee that was an agent of my awakening. Although if it was solely this unhealthy caffeine drink that evoked such feelings in me it would be by now the best selling product and South America would have beaten China in the global race. Why is that? Because even after having slept 3 hours, with the perspective of an exam without any specific guidelines on how to approach it, an essay due in 2 days, watery eyes and above all DIRTY HAIR (yaaa haraam!) I lifted up my head from the stack of papers, looked at the poor, kipa-wearing guy, apparently studying for Talmud level X, I suddenly felt happy. And even the sound of drilling coming from behind the oh-so-sound-proof doors leading to some mysterious room badly needing extensive and intensive redecoration, did not disturb my amazing and so rarely occurring experience. I didn’t even try to identify its source, for practice has taught me that an analysis can only destroy the moment. Just like an all-inclusive interpretation and in-deep discussion about your favorite novel in the class can ruin it in your eyes forever, let it be just Winnie the Pooh. We need some mystery, one can not break into pieces ones feelings… if it was possible than, again, some smart-ass would have already patented it and these parts would be added to packs of chips like in the old days, when we used to gather collections Star Wars paper coins. Collect them all and impress your friends, i.e. for our childish minds - be happy. Happy spirits - fromage with the face of Obi One