Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Once upon a time not long ago there was a little neurotic soul on a trip…

To go on the trip, this little neurotic soul had to leave everything behind so he could search for… something… he didn’t know what… himself maybe?

So he started the trip in Bangkok and soon he had to learn something essential about himself: He was a Muslim!

At least in other people’s perception.

For some strange reason this was news to him, because he never considered himself to be a Muslim.

Anyhow, since he claimed to be Persian, most people considered him to be Iranian, so therefore he was not only a Muslim, but potentially a terrorist!

And since he lived almost his entire life in Austria, to some people he was not only a terrorist but also a Nazi!

But in fact our little neurotic soul was quite lucky... he could have also been Palestinian-German - or American…

Moreover, to most of the people he met, he didn’t look Persian, he looked Israeli - and Israelis are quite popular among travellers and locals ;)

Then again, all of this could have been just a mind trip!

So this is it: The story of a little neurotic soul... on some kind of a trip…






People do have some strange ideas…

5 Comments:

Blogger mangara said...

as a native austrian and certiefied x-man partner it is very nice to hear from you and find you in perfect physical and psychological condition to benefit from all the challenges and opportunities to come.

machs in jedem fall gut, pass auf dich auf und hab viel viel spass...

matthias

4:28 AM, November 08, 2006  
Blogger Tyler Shackleton said...

Identity is the root of all our ills. All we know is this is my house, this is my money, these are my drugs, this is my pain......

12:08 PM, November 10, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

:)
sher

5:08 PM, November 13, 2006  
Anonymous de ira said...

ser-wutz,
schön zu hören, dass andere erd-bewohner auch nicht schlau aus dir werden.
wie gerne würde ich meine gestählten finger sich an deinem neurotischen bindegewebe abreagieren lassen.
na, vielleicht lassen die mullas noch was an dir dran.
viele liebe grüsse und lass dir die flügelchen nicht stutzen, kleiner piepmatz
kuss und umarmung
michael

6:00 AM, January 12, 2007  
Anonymous 1K said...

if you look at your reflection from the back of a silver spoon you'll see yourself as something...
if you look at yourself from a crooked mirror its something else...
from red glasses it's yet another.
but, you are willing to accept that they are all not true.

how can you be sure that the picture you think you are is the same thing what others see?

how are you sure what you see as you is you...?

funny thing is, its THIS what we call identity...?!

12:44 PM, July 27, 2007  

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