Pushing the Borderline. Chapter 5

He was in a trifle of a predicament. He was not in the back of her mind. He was just so so innocent. She could try to keep some of her thoughts as a secret but he uncealed them as his own. We are all fighting against the suspicion of being put down. Sometimes we even put others down behind their backs. So the wariness is well founded. It sort of took your breath away. What a struggle, what a ruthless struggle his notepad would reveal. The struggle was not too much for words and an immense emotional challenge. Never known to any child, thank their lucky stars! And. . Forget the damn satellites for a while- they were like tin pans on an outward bound excursion only to return to civilisation where the lion is tricked into the trap dug in the ground, covered with leaves and branches. Here the lion is pierced to death chaotically and venomous as the threat he proposes to the village children.
He was cool. Just don’t cut yourself away from life, playing deaf, dumb and blind. This is intolerable, he jotted down. There is no reason to say that it came easier to some. This could not be true. But it sure could make you break your back now and again, trying to make life easy. . He laughed inside his thoughts.
He had never been in Egypt before but was well on his way. He was as far as the heights now but what he saw before him seemed intraversable. The sun was beating down pounding conscious power to be overcome. The only fucking dream he had now was to climb. From rock to rock and up every cliff that might be hanging in the way. He would not let his dreams be shaken, only stirred. Not disturbed. Such a steel monkey.
A Capricorn of birth , the sea and cliffs claimed his right.
He didn’t have to count his steps or even be especially aware. Cliffs were liquid flowing through his veins. Up. Up. Although you could say that there was always at least one pinnacle never reached by uncertain individuals. He was cool.
Of course he just had to descend on the other side. That is the way it is. C’est la Vie d’ai.
She had left him here within the pages of his invisible notepad. Serenity. No bullshit.

A mountain goat would pick its way from cliff to cliff avoiding the slipstream, which the ragpicker was not as lucky to do unless someone showed her a bit of consideration. Bits of life- bits of material taken from the roads on which a ragpicker walked every single day. Maybe she would find a purple brooch, maybe she would find a thought or two. There were not many ragpickers wandering and pondering around in Mother Nature. Some could sing, some could play music, some could write a poem or a song and even more still could hear the birdsong and the babbling brooks on their way. Some even told fairy tales about Arabian beauties and sultans.
What he had not foreseen was the sight that met his eye as he eventually stood on the top and looked down at the scenario below. Invisible barbed wire as laser beam alarms. Holy Moses Dr. Sinhue!
He was pretty certain of how he had behaved. She would most certainly have agreed. After that they would both hit their heads against the wall because they weren’t too certain at all if their behaviour had been just and honest towards each other. Sometimes not good enough and sometimes too much of one thing. How absolutely self- denying and - annihilating. He jotted it all down as he pondered his next move.