Thanks for your patience and tact. Tact is something, that I thought, was lost in modern society.
Thank you for being near when I felt, that I won’t accept this experience anymore. Thank you for massage. When you did it, I felt myself like a group of bones, that are accidentally in one pile. Thank you for being my sister, for an accurate job of a surgeon, you really knew where to put your hand, or how to calm. Thank you, for being a warrior with me. Thanks for Leonard Cohen’s last album.
Thank you for your guitar songs, for being warm. I felt you like a brother in some moments. Thanks for the picture of an african woman, hanged in the ayahuaska room. You don’t have a name for it? I named it “mother” in my mind, because when everything was smashed in it, only she was stable. Even the sky let me down.
Thank you both, a lot for your kindness and hospitality. Me and Leo saw you as saints in this experience.’