I clearly remeber the day when you entered my life, it was recent August 1995, I was only 13. I rememeber my surprise when my big brother brought me a CD with two men shaking hands and one was, what? Burning alive, but why? What does it mean?
Typical questions for a 13 year old kid, right? And man with no face, no hands, diver with no water splash? Lonely vail in the woods. “What is this?” I asked my bro, and he said only one word: listen. So I did.
And did it change my life, oh boy, for good or bad I don’t know yet, but this is one the greatest memories I have from childhood, and still listening and it reminds me of those great moments.
Now as a grown up, but still 13-year-old man, I understadt what absence means, not just of a person, but understanding.
Thanks for filling my room and my life with those great memories
Wish they were here.
