I volunteered to help with the Red Cross. Donating blood? naaah just helping those donating blood. It was fun, i met a new person called Huelo. A girl from Oregan with a Hawaiian name, with Hawaiian ancestry. To go to Siberia next year. She was stuck on the bed with a tube up her arm, and i thought this would be the best time to tell my imfamous boomerang joke. See this is how I get my victims. They have no where to go, they are lying down, so if they do start laughing slightly, the vibration of the laugh tickles them more, so they laugh more and in turn make me feel better. If only the whole world could revolve around people lying down.
Other than that, Laura is gone. Poof. Le Vanished. I guess it would have been that way, had i come back to my room 10 mins later than i had decided to, i would not have known till a lot later last night what had happened.
In anycase, the ambulance, police car and 4 police people were in front of Albright. And all i could hear myself thinking was, pleeease let her not have done something stupid. I even skipped some stairs incase somehow that would rewind her actions. She was in the room though, as normal, yet sitting at my desk was a police officer...She had told her doctor that she was feeling suicidal. And from there she has to go to the hospital. I mean, she had told me a few times earlier that week that she was feeling this way, i figured she was stressed. But she was just herself, on the wrong drugs. I'm not going to feel too guilty because i have no idea or previous experience what to do around those suicidal. Eitherway, she is in the hands of professionals and I hope the best for her of course.
Strange how it went from this summer, being curious about her and totally not linking her name to either being Republican or Christian, to meeting her and feeling a distant, yeah okay this is my roommate, to having a tough time surviving through the chirpiness, to hugging her better when feeling bad.
I just realised, that the idea she might be politically inclined one way or another had Neeever crossed my mind during the summer. It was just something not that important with us in Geneva, everyone concerned about some other country in that case. Maybe it was the summer drowsiness that didn't put 2 and 2 together. Who knows. All i know is that here, it was her only identity, besides maybe that of being Christian. Why is this even significant? Well this is partly what caused her downfall. How country or society or particular group of people, put some extreme linkage of identity to those with different political ideals. But she doesn't really talk about a lot else.
The clouds feel airbrushed today, but in a really precise Michelangelo painted on way. The sun isn't there but you could term today as a nice day. Idyllic from my window anyways.
I have different phases to a day. Some with engaged uplifting animosity, some with a oneness to nature, some with a diluted thought of the future, some with a beautiful blank, and others, of course, with the newly acquired intensity of mind.
