Many Ways of Life (eBook)

Dolores Fuentes (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
98 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
978-0-00-109409-3 (ISBN)

Infos

'There are many ways to live , and many ways to die . But it does n't matter . The only thing left is the desert . '
Life is just one and many short and long novels .
She said, she is a girl . Simply a girl . This girl has clear eyes , everyone who looks at her has sympathy . But her gaze is full of doubts . Not easy to trust people .
She was like a butterfly wandering in the night. Wandering so much that her wings were tired . Wandering in the dark corners , the empty space was so lonely , she couldn't stop anywhere , did n't know where to rest . All her youth was days and months of searching for the night , searching for someone , searching for herself ... Searching but could n't find . Searching and then being disappointed . Searching and hurting .
In the middle of the endless galaxy , there is a sadness of eternity . A sadness that all living beings need to breathe . She lies peacefully among all those living beings .
Her name is Lam Lam.
Lam Lam is Vietnamese . Born , raised, and matured in Vietnam . The name Lam Lam was given by her parents . They had her when they traveled together to the deep forest . She was shaped by her mother 's inexperience and her father 's lack of experience . When her mother had her for six months , the two of them invited her to get married . A runaway wedding .
Luckily she was born with a mother , a father, grandparents on both sides . She has a whole big family .
She was an adopted child . Even if her parents did not love each other , they had her as a bond .

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Chapter 2: Despair

Every time I was in such a state of absolute ecstasy , I struggled to push myself out of bed . I groped for the bottle of vodka that was ready on the bedside table . I tilted the bottle up , and I slowly drank it down . The alcohol rushed straight down my throat , my eyes were tense in the numb night . I drank so fast that I could n't think . I felt my head floating , all my senses were numb . Stop .Deep into the blanket . A choking sound in the larynx .

Morning . As soon as I opened my eyes , I tried to think , what should I do today . Learn how to iron clothes like Toru - the main character in the novel The Wind - Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami . Although there is no order when ironing , at least I can avoid thinking about random things . Because each pair of pants and shirt I own is very precious . It costs a lot of money and effort to buy . Hello Ironing clothes gives me a short mental break .

After the clothes, it was my turn to take care of the withered plants on the balcony. A water lily plant. A perilla plant . A lemon tree with withered leaves . A young corn plant . All of these were quite strange things to grow as ornamental plants . I watered the plants as if I were too careless . So the water often dripped or flowed . down below the yard . Some people passing by were also hit . wet . They would definitely crane their necks up towards me to scold or swear . At that moment , I immediately withdrew my head . Hiding behind the wall . Not feeling angry , just sad . That could be a thin link connecting me with the stranger ! After making a " curtain " of water , I did n't dare go downstairs to eat breakfast . I had to sit there munching on sausages and drinking a bottle of sterilized cocoa milk that I had bought on the table , right next to the computer . Then I turn on some music . For example, an old piece of music that everyone knows but never gets bored of : Vivaldi's The Four Seasons or Mozart's Turkish March. I listen to those two pieces because I like them . I can't explain it . I feel like two velvet curtains are draped over me , soft as darkness . I 'm seduced by the music , but I also want to enjoy it again . From ecstasy to wakefulness . Those two wandering pieces alternate . One song ends and then another . When another song ends , then another . No longer know the concept of space and time .

Afternoon . Lazily went downstairs to get the car . Take a detour to the editorial office . It was an eleven - story glass - paneled building painted in a bright green . Two sides faced two large roads . Like a guy who was a coquettish but blind to colorful aesthetics . Two glass doors opened automatically . Swallowing me ( as well as more than a thousand employees in all different fields ) into its stomach .

The first floor cannot use the elevator . I slowly walked up to the second floor. Pressed the up arrow . Once inside , pressed the number nine button . I was so familiar with it that I didn't even need to look. I just reached out and pressed the right number . I leaned my whole body against the glass wall in the elevator room, which was 1.2 meters wide and 1.2 meters long . I started counting the red flashing floors . Third floor . Fourth floor . Fifth floor ... Ninth floor . Sometimes I felt a little dizzy . It 's really annoying when someone else gets on the same floor , or jumps in . The elevator is n't my personal one . But standing in the elevator with another person puts me in a state of depression . I know for sure they 'll look at me suspiciously . It 's not because my face is pretty and worth looking at , but because my style of dressing is flashy like a colorful butterfly , half - covered and half -...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 31.10.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Kinder- / Jugendbuch
• ISBN-10: 0-00-109409-2 / 0001094092
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-109409-3 / 9780001094093