Monday, February 1, 2010

لورانس العرب

For someone who does not speak nor read the Arabic language, it was hard to figure out how "Lawrence of Arabia" is written in Arabic languages. In a few days, I will travel throughout Israel and Jordan. Visiting the Holy Lands of mayor religions is exciting in itself. And it was Lawrence who claimed that "nothing is written" when he crossed the heat-wise impassable Nefud desert to attack Aqaba/Jordan in 1917 - which made him a hero to 10 year old Stefan. To me, these days of travel will also mark the 1stanniversary of knowing that my bone marrow can have a significant impact on the way I die. In other words, despite previous hopes, there seems to be something written in my bone marrow.
Lawrence died at the age of 46. He died from a fatal injury after an accident when riding his bike. His motor bike I should say; because apart from risking my live daily and on two wheels as well, I am quite aware that I am not even close to this guy, when it comes to experience.

Once in a while, I still have a hard time to to accept that I can not go beyond other's and foremost my expectations as I please. On the other hand, with age comes lesser resistance to laziness. One or another Sunday afternoon, it is OK without 10k swimming. :D

Hopefully, the opportunity for swimming in the death sea will come. Maybe, I will be just floating and thinking about changes and limits.