lunedì 24 novembre 2008

My best friend, my indian brother










Oggi, per le strade di Khajuraho, al telefono Kailash era già di nuovo più che mai allegro e commosso, con i soldi in tasca per andare già a comperare le sedie e il tavolino per Adjay. Ho dovuto tradurgli l'e-mail che gli ho inviato stamattina, che aveva capito solo in parte .
" Insieme noi abbiamo good Karma,- mi ha detto ispirato, per quanto ne ha compreso- e insieme rinasceremo in un'altra vita"
"Kailash, my dear, my adorable friend, - dicevano le mie parole-.
Don't speak more that you are a nothing, because you cannnot give back me money.
You are my best friend, my happiness, all the beauty of my life, what the most rich people cannot buy spending all his money-
For my help I ve asked You only one thing: To work giving good example to Adjay, to your children, like barber, or in Hotel Harmony, even if you take litttle money.
It isn't easy.
And you take care how much is it possible, for you, of your family.
This is your very good Karma, your best remuneration for me.
You have only to be happy, enjoying what you can obtain by my aid.
The best for me, is the thought of Bimla sleeping with Sumit and Adyay on confortable gadda, of Adjay studying better on a writing table or going happy by bicycle.
That it s the good Karma. You are already a man of the highest principles
My best friend, my indian brother, Kallu Kailash, life of my life.
Odorico"
" Ma un giorno tu potrai dormire in una mia casa", ciononostante si è sentito ugualmente)d i dovermi dire nel salutarmi

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