The notion of time an space changes here...
I wonder how Rosalia, who turned 103 yesterday, perceives it. Seriously, it's like a cat's time but all the way round - must be different from "ours" (I didn't dare to say "normal", cause what is normal actually?).
Berta's phrase of the day was "Ca n'a pas d'importance" ("It's not important") whatever I'd ask her: how old she was, if she remembered her husband's name, if she wanted a magazine to read. Sounds like Zeland's "drop the importance"-hymn...
Have been called Diana, Ariana, Maryanna, Iliana today... Asked myself: and if everybody around forgot who and how I was, who would I be then? The "I" would just leave space to the "Being", and the self-definition would become just a moment-to-moment process. And vice versa - if I forget who and how "I" am (is), what happens? And then comes a new question: how can I stay aware if I have forgotten who I am? Is it possible at all?
Thinkfull and thankfull...
