Kaikki on: Kun mulla oli vielä sisko

9. huhtikuuta 2016

Kun mulla oli vielä sisko

Yks ilta kotona luin Roope Setää. Se on niinko Aku ankka, mutta pieni, pullea ja ilmestyi ysikytluvulla. Oon lukenut nää samat lehdet monta kertaa jo, mutta vasta nyt tajusin, että kun aiempi tuli, mulla oli vielä sisko. Myöhemmän pudotessa postiluukusta siskoa ei enää ollut.

Tuntuu oudolta, ettei sitä muista. Miten paljon kaikkia pieniä asioita unohtaa. Mikä päivä se on ollut? Millainen sää oli? Oliko lehti portaalla, kun tulin kotiin, vai oliko se nostettu pöydälle?

Olinko mä iloinen? Surullinen? Tekikö tää lehti mut vähän onnellisemmaksi?

En saa koskaan tietää.

Hänen viimeiset sanansa minulle, kaksi päivää ennen kuolemaa, olivat: “kaikki on hyvin, älä pelkää”.

Hidasta elämää, PEKKA PIRHONEN

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“It was a movie about American bombers in World War II and the gallant men who flew them. Seen backwards by Billy, the story went like this: American planes, full of holes and wounded men and corpses took off backwards from an airfield in England. Over France, a few German fighter planes flew at them backwards, sucked bullets and shell fragments from some of the planes and crewmen. They did the same for wrecked American bombers on the ground, and those planes flew up backwards to join the formation.

The formation flew backwards over a German city that was in flames. The bombers opened their bomb bay doors, exerted a miraculous magnetism which shrunk the fires, gathered them into cylindrical steel containers , and lifted the containers into the bellies of the planes. The containers were stored neatly in racks. The Germans below had miraculous devices of their own, which were long steel tubes. They used them to suck more fragments from the crewmen and planes. But there were still a few wounded Americans though and some of the bombers were in bad repair. Over France though, German fighters came up again, made everything and everybody as good as new.

When the bombers got back to their base, the steel cylinders were taken from the racks and shipped back to the United States of America, where factories were operating night and day, dismantling the cylinders, separating the dangerous contents into minerals. Touchingly, it was mainly women who did this work. The minerals were then shipped to specialists in remote areas. It was their business to put them into the ground, to hide them cleverly, so they would never hurt anybody ever again.

The American fliers turned in their uniforms, became high school kids. And Hitler turned into a baby.”

– Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-five