SUBCONSCIOUS EXPERIENCE

That night, it began to snow with silver flakes, and the moon with the body of a poodle glowed a haunting yellow. Both Beginning and End seem to have conspired with intent. Citroen's glowing firefly lights were nothing more. And only the splintered leg cut that destroys everything.

A trickle of blood oozed out. Stephen King adaptation, followed by an eight-hour reconstructive surgery at János Hospital. Being could not have been more ominous, sad, or fatal. As a toddler, penguin-bodied Nobody, I was just trying to perform in the school play, and while the learned medical professors were trying to save the groove nerves of my damaged leg, it was as if my body and soul had voluntarily moved away for a third time, this time in a subconscious dimension! Halfway between the beginning and the end, I was floating on a tiny island of clouds, and my consciousness was asleep and turned off.

It was six in the morning when the operating assistant in the green alien outfit woke me up with two slaps. My mother no longer cried on purpose; as a determined, stubborn woman, she hid her cut pain from me. While my father began to stare with a strange eccentricity; you might have thought: "Little slobbery, physically crippled!" A man should be a Man! Right?!

Even so, I had to learn to read, write and count again, and while the secret tissues of my brain were rebuilt by themselves, it was as if I had received a new life as a gift, because when my old friends welcomed me as a new person, many of them began to shout: "You are no longer the guy you were then." you were!"

They labeled me as an introverted, introspective, suspicious person, and when I politely opened doors during the holidays, they shouted that I was really an idiot, so I'm not a hundred! Later, of necessity, I avoided everyone, even most hermits or eccentrics! And while I longed more and more for forever-loyal friendships, I lost more and more!