What about all the ones of my people who committed suicide? Many of them who did it, are like hidden in dark secrets. The story about them is not told. I knew some of them.
And then we have all of them who tried to kill themselves, but survived. I know a father with three children who hang himself in the car garage on a dark November night. The rope was not strong enough, so Arnold fell down on the cemented floor and got only some minor wounds as a memory of that day he, in his despair, wanted to leave this world.
Ámmá could carry two carcasses of adult reindeers on his back, when he went home after the traditional fall slaughter on the other side of the border between Norway and Sweden. The strong man's descendant was a weak one, according to Johannes' own father, who told us that we could not expect anything else.
The reindeer herding in that family has also ended. Like almost everything else.
You are silent now. Your ears do not hear anything anymore. Your mouth is closed. Your tongue can not longer pronounce any words. Your eyelids are closed. You have passed away to the other side.
And then we have all of them who tried to kill themselves, but survived. I know a father with three children who hang himself in the car garage on a dark November night. The rope was not strong enough, so Arnold fell down on the cemented floor and got only some minor wounds as a memory of that day he, in his despair, wanted to leave this world.
Nobody has ever seen the bleeding wounds inside him.
But Johannes made it. He started up his parked sedan car, an old and well used Volvo 121 Amazon, and directed the smoke hose from the exhaust pipe in the back into a window, and sat down in the driver's seat, in grief, to wait for the death to come. He had used a lot of aluminium foil tape to cover the rolled down window, so fresh air should not destroy his plan.
But Johannes made it. He started up his parked sedan car, an old and well used Volvo 121 Amazon, and directed the smoke hose from the exhaust pipe in the back into a window, and sat down in the driver's seat, in grief, to wait for the death to come. He had used a lot of aluminium foil tape to cover the rolled down window, so fresh air should not destroy his plan.
One of the ancestors of Johannes, was his grandfather Ámmá, who was one of the strongest men in our small indigenous group, He left his reindeers to be herded by some relatives and headed down to a coast village, where he settled down for a long life span. He fathered 21 children and tired out two wives, before the third one survived him.
Ámmá could carry two carcasses of adult reindeers on his back, when he went home after the traditional fall slaughter on the other side of the border between Norway and Sweden. The strong man's descendant was a weak one, according to Johannes' own father, who told us that we could not expect anything else.
The reindeer herding in that family has also ended. Like almost everything else.
There is always a light in the end of the tunnel, is a proverb. But the light is not for everyone. Norson did not manage to drive through the tunnel to the end, and into the waiting light of the midnight sun. He collided halfway in the rock wall inside the mountain and died instantly. Was he tired of life or was it an accident? Norson reached an age of 21 some weeks before he left.
A cousin of first degree of my best friend in our childhood, who disappeared when we grew up to be men, felt asleep in his living room chair and did not wake up anymore in this part of the world.
A cousin of first degree of my best friend in our childhood, who disappeared when we grew up to be men, felt asleep in his living room chair and did not wake up anymore in this part of the world.
My childhood friend is now a zombie. If you meet him sometimes, he do not react in any way. He only stares past you into thin air and do not say a word.
You were a brave one, Ådne. You did what we others did not dare to do, told a long time friend of him to the corpse on the funeral day. Ådne was a physician who worked in the health service in the municipality where he resided. He knew everything about medicines and how they could work. Nobody know what really happened.
You were a brave one, Ådne. You did what we others did not dare to do, told a long time friend of him to the corpse on the funeral day. Ådne was a physician who worked in the health service in the municipality where he resided. He knew everything about medicines and how they could work. Nobody know what really happened.
I was present at that funeral.
I could write furthermore about my own cry for help and my little brother's disappearance, but I do not want to tire you more out this time.
You are silent now. Your ears do not hear anything anymore. Your mouth is closed. Your tongue can not longer pronounce any words. Your eyelids are closed. You have passed away to the other side.
May peace rest over the memories about you.
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