When I first met Odi I was a nice little boy in a quiet small village of the South.
He had come down to our village fair and was walking around with a black letter on his hand.
I said:hi Odi nice to meet you.He seemed somehow surprised to have received a warm greeting from me and said:

Don't you hate me?
I said no.I did not hate Odi.I did not hate anyone in this world at that time.I loved all humans of this planet.I did not know what hatred is,though many of the peasants around were all the time bad to me.
How can it be that you do not hate me?
I said :Why should I .You never did anything wrong to the fairy or did you?

What about the feud between our parents- said he.
I said: Your family just wanted to give my family a chance to show how brave they are,so why should I hate you.I was very selfish at that time,very very selfish.

Odi still seemed sceptical.
I said let us sit down and talk.
Odi was all the time posing like he was better off and as I also had noticed before his lips were paralyzed and he never smiled.
I offered him a piece of bread.Best villag product.
He turned it back considering it from all sides.

I said what's wrong with that piece of bread.
There is a fly in it -he said.
I did not like what he said,but I offered him another piece of bread.

By the passing of the time it seemed like we became friends.I liked the way he pronounced the dialect of his tribe and even tried to learn how to utter some of those sounds.
And I also shared for some hours a bed with his sister.

One day Odi said:Come to my house.I went there.He introduced me to many people from his quarter.I found out they were almost all mentally ill murmuring all the time something about
the ex-mayor of the quarter,whom they had abandoned in a dirty ditch long ago.
Crazy people-said I - why do they feel it so necessary to color themselves with the color of oil.Oil was to be smelled everywhere in Odi's quarter.I said to myself these guys must be fixed on oil or it can not be otherwise.

I must have loudly said something wrong about colors forgetting the color of the oil.For otherwise how could I explain what followed.
I abandoned Odi's house determined never again to be friendly to a C R A N K.

Written by Wittstar Tobruknburg May 27,2004


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