i have a natural and justified hatesyncrasy towards books “en vogue”.
i haven’t read and i think never will the da vinci code, three meters above the sky … and all those books, and when in the past i gave in to the “must read” book i had tragic experiences, one title above all “go where the heart takes you”…. bleah!
i was therefore very hesitant if i should face this book: the kite’s hunter by hosseini khaled.
But during the recent trip to china I devoured it, with great pleasure and also a certain amount of emotion.
I even have a small anecdote: during the flight back suddenly, maybe caused by that damned chinese food, i had a bad stomach pain.
well, not exactly stomach pain, but mainly winds in the stomach. to use an elegant term, meteorism.
it was hard, i couldn’t hold it, I tried, up to a certain point I was going to the toilet, but then i was sorry to bother my neighbor, I was sitting by the window.
Well i made peace with myself and stopped worrying, and started unashamed and unpunished to fart continuously. What could I do, i was not feeling well at all!
But in the meantime i was reading the last pages of the book, slowly so i could enjoy them up to the end of the flight, and this contributed to the excess of emotions …. i have to admit at one stage i also .. well ….. started crying.
i was farting and crying.
i wonder what my neighbor, a very elegant french man, was thinking about the Italian sitting next to him, farting and crying ….