how to slaughter a chicken?

One morning as I went off to work, my neighbour Nargiza called on me. Aron! I was a little late as usual, but I always had time for a little chat with my neighbours:
Aron, can you slaughter a chicken? By 11 o’clock?
She must be kidding: Nargiza, I’m from Sweden, you know that. People like me have no idea how to slaughter a chicken, let alone within two hours. Besides, as you know I’m off to work, I tried to explain.
– But we have a funeral and the guests are coming.. she tried
Terribly sorry Nargiza, I’m afraid I can’t help you.
– Will you then come to the funeral at least?

Sorry, duty is calling me…

After seneighbours bringing bread from the local bakeryven months in Gori, the sleepy town in the rural Georgia, this was a perfectly normal morning conversation. Sure, I was a little surprised that she had approached me with this request, I figured she would’ve known that slaughtering a chicken is not part of my skill-repertoir.

next door neighboursComing home after work, we met again on the yard. Come, come! You have to visit my relatives! So I follow her to her appartment only to find the dead grandfather lying in his coffin in the middle of the living room – an open coffin of course – and a couple of relatives quietly sitting around. Well, again very strange experience for me, but a perfectly normal situation in my context.

Those were the Gori days. Yes, miss Gori sometimes..!


About wangaa

A couple of years ago some people I know unanimously said that “Aron, he’s a seeker.” At the time that was undoubtedly true, but since then I think that aspect of me has subsided somewhat. I’ve taken some time off and explored the world within and without, and through the support of beautiful teachers, friends, family, books and practice I found more clarity in life. So grateful for this journey! Perhaps this blogg will serve as inspiration or reflection for a reader, perhaps someone simply is interested in what I'm up to. But it is also very much for myself. For I am searching in waters which are not known to me, and should I sail astray, hopefully this blogg can track me back to safer waters.
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