a fatal fall

it happened in the late afternoon.
walking to an auto parts store to get another necessary addition to the fuso szulc.
an important unevenness in the pavement was not noticed.
resulting in falling down.
the arms were stretched to absorb the fall.
the right hand did well: landed on the sand.
the left hand hit a sharp metal object protruding from the ground.
penetrating deeply into the palm of the hand.

getting quickly up a large wound was seen.
blood started to pour out.
although no pain whatsoever was felt, it was realized this wound needed professional medical attention.
too big of a wound to get away with a band-aid.
losing too much blood and that had to be stopped.

therefore immediately a run was made for good friend javier.
in his nearby workplace.
his son is champion of karate of baja california and javier is a no nonsense guy.
he saw the bloody hand, gave a plastic bag to catch the blood and with the victim he raced in his old pick up truck to a la paz private hospital.
where immediately general surgeon dr enrique guzman was available to demonstrate his skills.
the wound was cleaned and injected with anesthesia.
stitched up and wrapped in bandage.
a nurse shot a tetanus injection in the bum.
medication was given to control the pain and anti-biotica because the la paz streets are not very clean.

















now life is with one hand.
and with pain because it is refused, because of the side effects, to take this metamizol sodico monohidratado.
keeping the hand high, above the heart, is the best.
and doing the things like preparing breakfast, as a physically challenged person.
dr guzman recommended to take two days off.
to relax and remain quiet.
therefore return to el triple is postponed.

why did this happen?
for many years the streets of la paz have been walked.
and it is very well known they are dangerous for the uneven payment.
drops have been made before.
this is unavoidable when preferring to walk in this town.

but this time it was unlucky and with consequences.

what can be seen though is that as of one week a series of unusual events have been taking place.
all of them challenging, difficult and seemingly pushing in directions never desired.
yes, much control over life is lost these days.

there was the hurricane that forced departure from el triple last monday.
interrupting a beautiful and constructive time with a healthy and healing lifestyle.

then the macbook was cleaned with a slightly wet napkin and now the keyboard stopped working.

next the larger logitech keyboard had in the night, coming from the seiki roof window, condensation water dropped on it and stopped working also.

and then there is this person totally unknown until recently with who a communication came into being that is on the one hand very wonderful, but on the other hand deeply impacting.
resulting in a serious self confrontation not experienced for a very long time.

this week the work on the fuso szulc went in a difficult way.
everything ran into complications.
nothing went easy.
return to el triple had to be postponed each day as the work on the fuso szulc was not getting accomplished.

just before the fatal walk in the uneven streets of la paz, there was a conversation with javier.
expressing that a strong feeling of frustration was felt.
frustration that work on the fuso szulc was not going easy and well.
frustration that computer and keyboard broke down.
frustration about a hurricane.
frustration that the desire to meet and talk in person with the new friend who came so definitely into life is for now not possible.
frustration about not being able to return to el triple and the lifestyle there so much loved.

for sure life got out of balance.
resulting in a bloody fall.
so now the question is, how to live life again like a beautiful angel.
above the uneven streets.



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Fire and panic in the hotel

The ExtendedStay hotel in Carlsbad, California, USA continues to offer exciting experiences.

Last night around 1 am the pioneering photographer was not pioneering but peacefully asleep.
Well, as much as was possible because of the intense and continuous traffic noise next to the hotel room from Highway 5 where people speed from Los Angeles to San Diego v.v.

But then, suddenly, the sweet dreams were interrupted because the smoke alarm in the room started to deeply disrupt anybody around.

It was not immediately realized what was going on.
Inside those sweet dreams the alarm and screaming sounds were believed to come from another planet where were no orgasms and those responsible for it.

Now, fervent and loyal blog readers must know that the smoke alarm is right above the bed so a sleeper may want to believe to be on another planet with his favourite fantasy princess but eventually the strong and persistent and insisting noise will bring anybody back to the realization that a fire might be close.

Once in London, in a high towered hotel, a fire has been experienced.
And do accept that this is traumatic.
Jumping from the window was not an option.
Panic all around.
The thought coming to mind to lose life in a hotel fire.
Reflected in the faces of the other hotel guests.
Grabbing their belongings to run for their lives.

All the images and the feelings of that experience in London are still present in the memory and returned when the smoke alarm screamed in the ExtendedStay Hotel in Carlsbad, California, USA.

Death knocking on the door again?
Being on the third floor?
The swimming pool outside too far away to jump into?

Somebody was knocking on the door.
Persistently and desperately.
Some clothes were put on and the door opened.
A man from the hotel.
Asking if there was a fire in the room.

Looking in the corridor it was blue of smoke.
And a strong smell of things burned.
And many people in the door openings of their hotel rooms dressed in an unorthodox way.
Looking what to do.
Collect the most precious things and run for the stairs to get out of the hotel?
Or wait for things to come?

Also the smoke alarms in the corridor were blasting there screaming sounds.
What to do?

The door was closed and impossible to go back to sleep due to the turmoil of alarm sounds, work was continued on the computer.

When new banging on the door.
But more rough than before.

The door opened, a rare view of a human being.
An American fire fighter!
Dressed in a yellow suit making him look double his actual size.
Wearing an immense helmet and equipped with all kinds of tools looking like a small-town hardware store.

“Any fire in your room, sir?”, he asked.

They couldn’t find where the fire was!
Somewhere in a room but where?

The guy from the hotel appeared with a key fitting all the rooms.
Opening the rooms that were not responding to the knocks of the fire fighters.

Returning to the work on the computer eventually the alarm sounds stopped and sleep could be found again.

Next morning the girl at the reception was asked what the heck had been going on during the night.
Her explanation was that a guest had been frying a steak in his room and this had been going out of control.

One steak broiled.
Hotel turmoiled.