I awaken to the reality of the loneliness of my hammock bed in the performers caravan. I don't know why I always have the same dream at least once a month. Mommy Vedunny seems to think it a previous life or forgotten memories trying to be remembered. I don't know how true it is, but in every performance I can't help but to scan the crowd for the faces of the Katan brothers. If it was a previous life, would I still recognize them today?
Maybe I'll find them today when I perform my act as the Silent Siren.
I started the act as Silent Siren a few days after I first talked to Mommy Vedunny about the dreams. Before that, I could only stay in Mommy Vedunny's caravan and only interact with Mommy Vedunny. I'm still a gadji. Outsider. An impurity to the community.
Sunday, January 19, 2014
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