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encounter I - Threshold
...she walked in through the out door.
dalaruan
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encounter I

These special encounters with strangers. A dialogue on a train, in a bar or in the streets. You share one rare moment of closeness with a stranger. Then you separate for good. Sometimes sad, sometimes relieved never to meet him again. But you'll never forget. An epiphany.

When people die in a road accident sometimes their family or friends erect a small wooden cross along the road where it took place. As a memorial for the dead and a warning for other drivers. The crosses bear the name and the dates. Most of the bemoaned died young. Sometimes there are also flowers or candles round the cross.

I take pictures of these crosses when I pass one. Media in vita in morte sumus.

One day I stopped by a cross which indicated the place where a 18-year-old man died. During the shot a woman, who stood at the other side of the road in one of these little booths where they sell asparagus, later strawberries in the summer, addressed me:

"Are you the photographer?"
"Which photographer?"
"The one that took pictures here last year, for a book."
"No, that's not me."
She paused, then, in a sharp voice "Why do you take a picture of this cross?"
Me, with growing impatience "Why do you want to know?"
"Because this is my son's cross."

It struck me a blow. I fell silent, ashamed of my aloofness. She said, half to herself: "He was killed by a car. The driver became aware of him when it was too late, it was dark, he cycled along this road ... I stay here every summer, just across the place where he died. Maybe that's weird, but I feel near to him by doing this ... I hoped you were this photographer. She promised me to inform me when the book is published, so I can buy it. But she never called me. I searched for the book but I never found it, no bookseller could help me."

"I'll help you to find this woman and her book."
"Really?" - full of suspicion.
"I promise."

After some investigation I found out that the book was never published, it was an abandoned plan. I informed her via the e-mail she had given me, but never received an answer.


Björn, died as cyclist in a car accident

To stay near the place where one's most beloved was killed.
A spell for both of them, mother and son. 


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faust_iii From: faust_iii Date: July 31st, 2008 10:39 am (UTC) (Link)

Magie


das macht diesen fundamentalen Gedanken Hegels so präsent:

"In der Natur ist alles Jetzt - der Geist aber greift das Vergangene auf
und macht es unsterblich"

Und da wir selbst by the way doch sterblich sind, suchen wir die Nähe dessen, was uns verloren gegangen ist und uns nun im Leben fehlt, in Symbolen, in re-präsentierenden Zeichen, Gegenständen und Handlungen für uns zu erhalten. Magie - Mysterium Vitae .....

Das ist das Geheimnis der Anastasis: Wir SELBST sind es, IN denen die Dinge ewig leben.

Nur das, was wir IN uns haben absterben, vergehen lassen, ist wirklich tot.


From: (Anonymous) Date: August 6th, 2008 09:35 pm (UTC) (Link)

Oh, it works now!

Hello dear,

I already wanted to comment on this yesterday, but strangely, it only seemed to work when logged in to LiveJournal (which I am not).

This story was very touching. I had some of those unforgettable encounters myself. They can move lives.
dalaruan From: dalaruan Date: August 7th, 2008 05:20 am (UTC) (Link)

herzlich eingeladen

Thanks for your visit. You are most welcome :-)
From: (Anonymous) Date: August 8th, 2008 07:32 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: herzlich eingeladen

And now, I am waiting for the next encounters. For some reason, I am sure that you have spellbinding stories to tell, my dear.

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