Holes Atop Head

Today of all days was just like the rest except… I saw this old lady fall down. Now this old lady didn’t just trip and fall like I’ve seen happen in the past. I don’t know what it is about Europe (or maybe it’s just Germany) but old people fall all the time here. Heck, my grandmother fell a few years ago. She was just walking along and suddenly she plopped right over. You didn’t even hear a thud or anything. She just laid there on the ground. Then I looked into her eyes. My grandmother broke her knee-cap, her left elbow and separated her right shoulder. She was was eighty-one at the time. (She’s eighty-seven now.) Well, today, I’m not quite sure how old the lady was that fell. I suspect she was pushing eighty. It’s a busy time in Germany these days. That silly holiday is upon us. Keep in mind that this isn’t a holiday like any other holiday in Kraut-suck-ville. This is one of the three or four top-of-the-hierarchy holidays in Germany. There’s a gazillion other holidays and the weight of each in the hierarchy determines what I call the “freedom” factor. That is, the time that people get free of their employment. It’s not as though a lot of people actually “work” in corporate-welfare-state Germany. Just go to any big city on a Friday where you can witness at around 11am all the Beamte going home – and I mean every (your)godforsaken Friday! I don’t know why people even claim to work five days a week in this country! But before I get too far off subject… There are way too many “holidays” in Germany and on top of those days are the written-in-stone religious holidays – the one coming up being one of them. So this old lady was dallied up in her fine winter clothing, a pretty red scarf around her neck and some nice fancy brown shoes that fit perfectly to her long, thick overcoat. As I initially saw her, right at about a blink-and-a-half, she fell. For a second I thought: boy, she looked knocked-out even before she hit the ground. She just lay there on her belly, her face in the cold ground, like a stump. Oh no, I thought, is she dead? Then I woke out of my shock and ran over to her. And let me tell you – in all that stillness, the stillness that is the mind of this ridiculous holiday of TAKE (and no give) – I was the only one to do anything about that woman. People were just traversing as though nothing happened. “Are we stealth,” I thought. Finally someone else came over and while they saw me trying to help the lady they called a doctor. Then another person came along. Luckily she was fine – just in a slight state of shock and, unfortunately for me – bleeding from her face. I must have missed something during that blink-and-a-half. Her fall was stopped by her face. I think she broke at least two teeth. Old people blood – you know the kind – the stuff that flows like water as opposed to young people blood that still flows like crude oil – was gathering in a pool under her. As the blood darkened on the cold ground it began to match the redness of her scarf. After a short while it looked as though her scarf was simply wet with water. But then I noticed one of her teeth. It was dangling in her mouth as she told me to watch her purse. I kept asking if she had hurt any bones because I thought it best to turn her over. I think she mumbled that I should go away. It was probably best that she remained face down until the ambulance arrived because then the blood had a place to go. It mixed well into the cracks of the brick-layed walk-way. In some cracks there was the green of peat-moss mixing well with the red of dying blood. Tis the season to be jolly – eh. And may the merriment of illconstrued gift-giving bring this old women some new teeth. Anyways. The odd thing about the whole afternoon ordeal was that the old lady was really kind of pissed off at everybody that was trying to help her. But I think I was the only one she yelled at. And so, this confused holiday season the words: “Was wollen sie von mir!” will somehow mix well with all the other seasonal words/thoughts. Of course – the image of that old lady and her almost broken head will also be large in my holiday season thoughts. Part of which I managed to jot down just a few moments ago.

It was my (ill)intention to write something completely different than what came out here. But as the saying goes: it ain’t over till the skinny boy brings out the marmarlade. Or something like that. The point of (my) typing, I suppose, is never to actually say/write something. It is truly a part of the compulsion that I live every day. With that in mind… Even if my compulsion(s) mean absolutely nothing, at least they aren’t half as bad or worthless or useless as most of the western worldly work force claiming to actually do something each day. Anyway, before I get too carried away hating fucking xmas and those that keep supporting the ultimate gluttony that leads to the gluttony of our (western) daily lives, here something completely not worth reading. I guess.

Holes Atop Head

Rant and type on.

-tgs-