On a certain moment these rooms in our head are congested. With this kind of persons where no more room is vacant, where the doors bulge of exasperated feelings and countless ghosts keep them awake at night, one day the inevitable happens. Some still find in a last but dubious attempt a solution in antidepressants or tranquillizers. Others don't see a way back out of their personal hell and put at a certain point the barrel of a hunting rifle in their mouth and pull the trigger with closed eyes. Is it out of shame that they close their eyes or is it for not to have watched their cowardly action?
This ar some of the painful questions where family and friends will struggle for years afther their death. Incomprehensible is the word coming from their mouth! How is it possible we didn't see that coming? And still it happens so often we cannot classify it anymore as coincidence. There are several who shoot up with an overdose of shit and leave this world, blowing out their candle with a last kick an at the same time in a few moments extinguish a lot of their burning problems. Some courageous characters jump like zombies in front of the train of nine thirty. Brave because they have still the ultimate patience, taking in to account the eternal delay of the railway traffic. Again other men or women cut their wrists with a cross ass penance and cry the blood out of their veins.
The man who was crying out in the semidarkness, somewhere deep under the ground, safely in his self-made hiding place, shared another meaning about this. Now and then his figure was painted on the wall by the light of the candles. A white sheet covered his face, except for two crazy eyes that glowed in the night. He would never choose for that easy way of dismay and surrender. Not today and not tomorrow! Just like he hadset up a place for his practices, there was a little room in his head. A very special manufactured space. A room, closed with a heavy door. One without a keyhole and with soundproof walls. There he heard the voices!
A complicated mechanism protected the entrance to this location. Only himself and the voices were witness of what was inaccessible for them. Behind this door