‘A Story’ by A.C. – a real-time online self-published novel (Parts 31 to 60)

– A Story –

by A.C.
Norway & everywhere, 2019
A live self-published novel on Linkedin & online

Warning: Although some parts & events contained in the present novel might have been inspired by real existing facts, this novel is to be considered as a fiction novel.

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– Part 31 –

The few weeks before Christmas had been hectic & tiring. I had had the care of a young child all by myself. His father had moved 5 hours from here. As 2 orphans, were we standing here on our own. That we had divorced 3 years ago. I never regretted the choice. However, the long road from then to now did not so far give any results. Only the one that I had stated alive.
Alive. Yes. Despite all circumstances related to our life. Despite our miserable living conditions. Despite my anger. My sadness. My struggles. Despite their inability to integrate foreigners. Despite their racism. Their fascism. Their slow and ineffective administrative procedures & incoherent public system. Despite my disliking all aspects of the organization of such a system and the clear inability of such a system to assume its own ignorance. This, of course, did not apply to our friends, who have been of genuine and consistent support for the past 9 years and are still of such support. I stayed alive despite all the pain and suffering that these 9 years of living in Norway had made me experience. Despite the stagnation, my child & I had been into for the same number of years. And despite an obvious, clear, factual & striking injustice. That described all aspects of our life. No matter how one could look at it.

– Part 32 –

Day. After day. And fighting to get things done. To make it through the day with a  5 year old. I had begun to embrace nights. As I had read that sleeping naked increased self-confidence. So for the past month, I had been sleeping naked and I had come to love my nights. Maybe even better and more than my days. I had come to long for that moment when I undressed and let my bed sheets caress all tiny millimeters of my body. Where there is nothing else but the soft touch on my skin. Where everything stops and begins. I had come to delight in these hours of deep and consistent sleep. Where I was only there. As naked as a human can be. All alone in the shadows of the darkest night of Nothern Europe. Where the outside showed -9  degrees. And where my body was laying all pure and naked. Into the corners of the labyrinth of my life. Where all doors remained to be opened.

– Part 33 –

As I was writing, I had my son in my arms. We woke up at 6. Johannes needed cuddling. Cuddling & cuddling. He never had enough of it. I never had enough of it. But I did not have it. Still was I providing it to my son. Outside. The wind was blowing like a savage storm. Both naked feet of Johannes were floating in the air. As he was sitting on my legs. Kissing the first glow of the morning. We never had enough music & never had enough cuddling. We never had enough love. Enough time. Enough learning. Enough arts. We craved for everything. As we craved for change. In the trenches of our life as it was for the time being. We needed all & had basically nothing. Not even the security of someone’s unlimited support. Had we the one of our friends, who in their turn were struggling to make everyday work at best. Our very needs & existence did not weight so much compared to other people’s needs to fight for themselves. As the notes of a piano were fading away. In the rapid movements of a morning calling for the sun to rise, I just kissed another day.

Part 34

Johannes was repeating sounds in Kirundi. In Russian. And other languages. He had been learning to count in Lakota and repeated the numbers in Mandarin chinese after me. & after the speaker on the computer. Often when I was doing my multilingual training, was he home. He thus benefited from all sounds in all 18 languages I was daily training and it was still unknown in which extend the positive benefit was to be. After a few days with his dad, where he mostly learned and heard Russian, he seemed to be particularly stimulated cognitively. That it was thanks to the difference in language or to the Russian language in particular, it was a bit difficult to say. As I had been starting this language training experiment in early last June, I lacked a longterm overview to properly assess what was yet to come as positive (and maybe but less probably negative) longterm effect & benefits of this experiment. I could only speak about the present positive effects. What’s more, I was loving it.

Part 35

Johannes was repeating sounds in Kirundi. In Russian. And in other languages. He had been learning to count in Lakota and repeated the numbers in Mandarin Chinese after me & after the speaker on the computer. Often when I was doing my multilingual training, was he home. He thus benefited from all sounds in all 18 languages I was daily training in and it was still unknown in which extend the positive benefits were to be. After a few days with his dad, where he mostly learned and heard Russian, he seemed to be particularly cognitively stimulated. That it was thanks to the difference in language or to the Russian language in particular, it was a little bit difficult to say. As I had been starting this language training experiment in early last June, I lacked a longterm overview to properly assess what was yet to come as positive (and maybe but less probably negative) longterm effect & benefits of this experiment. I could only speak about the present positive effects. What’s more, I was loving it.

Part 36

Part 37

 

 

Part 38

 

 

Part 39

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