I love the mixed bloods, I claim it, also here with my green eyes, they take me for one of their own and often speaks to me in Creole, this is gratifying.
I decided to make a great hiking that will make me discover magical mountains rising up to three thousand meters at Piton des Neiges. They form three circuses deeply different from each other, Cilaos, thermal station and fertile breadbasket of the island, Mafate, wild savannah, Salazie, tropical jungle.
There are also great plains covered with fields and meadows, the Kaffirs and Palmistes. But most impressive is the Plain of Sand, lunar landscape that leads to Piton de la Fournaise volcano, the father of the rugged terrain.
And attractive, there are wild black sand beaches, or more reassuring, those of St Paul and St Gilles white sand, protected by a coral reef, where I spent hours with my snorkel to pursue outlandish fish colors shimmering. I also offer an underwater baptism, I dive to the dolphins, small sharks and a giant shell, the giant clam.
While I explore almost everything on this island, from St André I go wandering in the fields of sugar cane, and then follow the path of shrimp that should lead me to a promontory which has a breathtaking view of the valley salazie. This is very surprising, dense vegetation and a small drizzle makes the ground slippery and it is not finished, it goes stiff, I feel like being back in the jungles of Jurassic Park.
Finally I get to the panoramic view of the bride sails since this little observation place is enchanting. I find back the mindless song of Guatemaltec animal mills. I would not be more surprised if adventure I will see the silhouette of a dinosaur with a long neck tear off leaves at the top of this canopy. Rather than turn back, I think that this must eventually get somewhere, so I take it, despite the abrupt start. Aah, I skidded into a micro ravine leading down to a real bottomless pit. I caught up to a shrub, aie, it bitten me?
The branch breaks, I cling to the grasses, but I can not feel my leg, muscular cramps block my movements, an icy sword goes back along my sciatic nerve, passes my pelvis and pierces my chest, the pain is unbearable, I will not resist long, and it's raining now.
Now I sweat, I look down at my missing leg, a purplish red swelling around a wound to the ankle, spasms shake me, intense thirst smitten me and I shiver. The blade paralyzes me and splits my heart. I let myself go in a final flight, I fly and so far, so good ...
My King also takes me to the lands of the soul I do not know yet, despite the many deplorable past experiences.
How to help others, without harming yourself?
I still do not know, may I one day?
However, I do not run away, I do not expel him, I keep him under my wing.
I believe so that I can change his destiny ...
He is young, still malleable then?
If I give him good advices, he should not suffer too much from the snares of his neuroses. His supine is heavy consequences, forgotten by his father abandoned at ten and taken back at fifteen years by a laying mother, disillusioned and very disturbed herself.