Tsunami.
During the tsunami at the end of 2005, I stayed in Ang Thong. A small city. At north of Ayutthaya in Thailand.
Nobody in that area was remarking something of the inferno. On the television, the terrible event came into the mind to everyone gradually.
Some days afterwards the ground slipped away under my feets when I saw on Internet that my brother did let me place on the list of missing persons. Despite of the fact that I had sent him an email just after the calamity to tell him that it went well with me.
Some months later, I heard that my brother had organized a burial in the south of Thailand. This for my memorial.
The ceremony was kept on an Islamic cemetery, because in my previous life I had an Islamic mother and a Buddhist father.
Later on, I heard that the ceremony had been purely kept out of financial considerations on an Islamic cemetery. If one had shown respect for the belief of my mother in this life, she was catholic and carried the name Maria, all rituals would have had be kept on a catholic cemetery. However, this cemetery was much further to the north and one considered the extra travel expenses as superfluous.
In a dream, I saw that my brother, at leave of the cemetery, with the steel chops of his boots, that he had bought especially for this occasion, broke my gravestone into pieces

Casparus RH
December 2005 copyright ©

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