"Yoga"? Delusion VII. Part 1
I once heard from a yoga instructor that nettles are home to mosquitoes.
And I understood this to mean that the mosquitoes in the last birth were nettles. I have built my own Theory of Evolution on this basis.
Once, I proudly shared my thoughts with society.
"Let's look at a nettle thorn. Does it look like anything?" So I began my presentation with a question.
"Of course! Like a mosquito's nose!" I answered myself.
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Sometimes a mosquito home is just a home...
Apparently it meant that mosquitoes live in nettles.
I would need to pay attention to the attitude towards me in the yoga group
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I was studying at the institute at that time. Energy profile. I got there by hook or by crook because I studied poorly at school. This is a completely different story, full of adventure, but continue in another story.
But now, a more interesting institute for me (teaching physical culture) began to form. I threw away the jungle of physics and mathematics with ease and plunged into wellness methods with pleasure. The Institute was in the stage of formation. No entrance exams. Low tuition fees. And the most successful thing, as it turned out for me, is a big staff shortage. So in the first year of study I already taught, and in the second year I did an internship at the head office in the summer (I studied at the branch, and the head institute was in another city). And I arrived in my hometown already in the position of a senior teacher with the right to freely recruit teachers to my group.
What does this have to do with the werewolf problem? It is important to understand my sense of self in the situation in which I find myself.
Senior teachers were sent on a schedule to the headwear on business trips to receive new methods for subsequent teaching at the branch. My time came - I went.
The road took the night, in the morning I was already in class.
I have already said that the institute was emerging and of itself there were problems with funding. Therefore, the elders on business trips were given exactly the same amount that was enough only for travel. However, advice was given: to save money, stay in the very building of the Institute. "Everyone does this ..." - This is how the situation was described evasively. The food is, of course, at my expense.
All these difficulties did not bother me a lot. "Let's break through!" But this is just about the topic of the story.
Our building, in my city, was larger, but we did not rent it entirely and only for hours, in the evening everyone had to leave.
The head institute occupied a small but separate building. Therefore, some of the visiting students stayed there overnight.
The building was actually one large hall. In this room, the main general classes took place. And there were several small rooms around the perimeter, in which classes were held in small groups.
And there were several small rooms where the pulpits met.
From the train I got straight into the thick of the class. Everything had to be written down in order to teach at home later.
At lunchtime I gave myself a little excursion. There were very small cells on the third floor. Several very small ones, I brushed them off at once - evil eyes burning in the semi-darkness told me that it was busy there. I liked a rather large walk-through cage, in fact a corridor, the "Walls" were some old curtains suspended from the ceiling on hooks. Inside, there were three large tables end-to-end. Sufficient beds for the organization, I immediately realized. This was evidenced by my aptly noticed rolled up mattresses tucked under the tables. The room was empty. During the day, the room was occupied by some kind of chair. Anatomical posters hung along the walls, and a skeleton stood in the corner, propping up folders with papers piled on the floor. Yeah, medicine.
At the end of the day, as it got dark, I again visited the "room" scheduled for the night.
The teachers and staff of the department, apparently, dispersed. I took advantage of this.
Some guy came in. Teacher or student is unclear. Age said little, our students were retirees and teachers were former schoolchildren. He sat down on the table, it looks like this is his bed for the night. He quickly moved to a horizontal position. A book appeared out of nowhere, clearly not on the subject, the student had already gone deep into his own world, inaccessible to me. I was clearly a stranger and very uncomfortable.
- "Hello!"
Silence.
- "I'm from ... (I named my city). Not busy here?"
Silence.
- "Where do you cook food here?"
At the word "food" the "student" flinched and gave me a look.
- "Busy". Finally he muttered through his teeth.
It looked not like "Busy," but like "Would you go to ...". Yeah, that means he can speak.
- "Nopeace sleeps here." It was said without aspiration, which means the notorious "Nopeace" does not pose a great threat to him, in order to tear his claws for his bunk. He just doesn't want me as a neighbor either.
- "Nothing, if he comes, I will free his place."
The newly made "neighbor" contemptuously turned his back on me.
I retired to the hall to my things. I ate. Feeding the "neighbor" was not part of my plans. Survival experience dictated that food would be wasted. I will not become his friend. I already had friends who smoked my cigarettes, ate my groceries, drank my beer, borrowed my money (and still didn’t give it back).
They may argue that it would be better to feed the neighbor in order to win his favor ... Sorry, but this does not work. It works the other way around, having fed him, I will raise him to a level higher above myself and then I will have to feed him. Paradox? Yeah ...
When I tried to return to the room behind the screen, it was curtained, the lights were out. It amused me a little, but it didn’t stop me. My experience of living in a hostel unmistakably guided me through a series of correct decisions. I calmly pushed the curtain aside, but out of politeness I didn't turn on the light, which was probably a mistake. There was a displeased grunt.
"Nopeace. He is not? So I sleep here" - I declared.
By the end of my tirade, I was already covering my mattress. Carefully, but already almost in a businesslike way, I closed the curtain, blocked the passage with a heavy stool, which the inexperienced neighbor did not think to do.
At night this stool was overcome by our third member of our newly made team, but I was already fast asleep.
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to be continued
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