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  • Without that they had planned or even talked about it to each other mother and daughter exploded on the same day, at the same hour but in different cities of the same state. For both it was the explosion of a lifetime. The mother had been married for 55 years, she had become bitter holding her fury about her husband´s countless affairs with other women for decades. The daughter had put up with a smart but emotionally unbalanced man, who for many years had beaten her. He did not drink or hit anymore, but they had a 2 year – old baby – girl now and since her pregnancy her husband has refused any physical contact with her.

    That day at that hour tomatoes were thrown at each other, words were said that had never ever before crossed the lips of the two women and also the two husbands. The Earth shook, two female volcanoes exploded, tongues formed words and sentences that until then had just been thought, never expressed by words. There was screaming and yelling, there were tears. The older husband is said to have kneeled before his wife and asked forgiveness. It is said that he cried – an old man now – for the first time in his life.

    I was not there, neither in one city nor in the other. I did not hear the words uttered and yelled. But I know each of the two women made one fact clear clear: This is it! I am through. I won´t beg for your love anymore. I am ready to have a good life without you…

    After the ashes of these explosions had settled, the soil turned fertile again: both couples recuperated a long lost connection, love was made, hands held hands, new hope entered four hearts.

    The day after. the daughter had a dream: a man asked her to stick out her tongue for a funny pic for FaceBook. She has humor, she stuck her tongue out and instead of shooting a photograph the man immediately injected her tongue which what he explained was a deadly poison. “You will die in 3 days!” he exclaimed.
    “ It is my bad consciousness,” she explained to me,” I have learnt that to be a good woman means to hold my toungue to swallow what hurts to never speak out and I have broken all these rules….will I die now?”

    “That might be the message of the dream on one level, “ I nodded, “ But underneath I also perceive another message: You will die, if that will be in 3 days, 3, 30 or 50 years and that is why you need to live your life fully, that is why you do need to speak out once and again!”

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    Art by Kiki ( I NEVER THOUGHT THAT I WOULD END UP HERE!)
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