... or we are not crazy enough?
Nothing else. That's it, wash up, eat, work, food, television, sleep ....
your life is monotonous. Their parents to love their passion she has given up being a pianist. Their outstanding talent was discovered 12 years, but your mother was of the opinion that one of "the artist to be" can not live. She studies, makes her diploma, and we walk back a great offer a reputable company and elects security. The same applies to your relationships, never too deep, never get too close, nothing binding.
Veronika has it all so tired and decides to end her life consciously with tablets. It takes 4 packs, very slowly, a
after another (in order to possibly break even). It stands at the window and waves to a young man, at the last moment emerging doubts it aside.
After 2-week coma, she awakens in the private "resort" - Vilette (an asylum). Buckled up, full of tubes and with drugs and sedatives pumped. The doctor tells her she is now a serious Heart defects and has left her only 5 days to live. Veronica's first thoughts turn to question how they can accomplish their unsuccessful intention not to wait the 5 days must have. She is afraid to fall in love but still in life. She gets to know other "crazy" and falls in love. She noted a large part of the "inmates" only here because it is "out" in the "real world" are not clear here but all actions and omissions can say what they want and what they may think, because they "Crazy" and are allowed to do. It will be presented with other lunatics like, to love others, or fear of risk repressed dreams, the resulting panic attacks We tended schizophrenia.
Veronika has several heart attacks and decides their last 12 hours by schizophrenic Eduard to spend in the city and still some to do the things they always wanted
is interesting to the clinic director, who is researching this phenomenon of apathy and resentment and a writes about scientific work.
Coelho processed in this novel, his own experience, he himself had been admitted three times in his childhood by his parents in an institution. He promised to address these experiences once in a novel. He also goes into the stupid, prison-like conditions and methods. Immobilization with drugs, electric shocks, dangerous therapies ...
extracts
I can find new friends and teach them to be crazy, so it wisely. I will tell them that they do not follow the rules of decency, but discover their own life, desires, adventures and LIFE should!
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"Am I cured?" No. Are you someone who is different and would resemble the other. This, in my opinion, a serious illness. "Is it bad to be different?" It's bad to force, as the other to be. That leads to neuroses, psychoses, paranoia. It's bad to want to be like the others, because it means doing violence of nature, act against the laws of God, who created all the forests in the world not a leaf, which is like another. But you will find that it is madness to be different, and have therefore chosen Villette, to live. Because there are all different and therefore you're like the others. Do you have understood me, "
" Because they do not have the courage to be different, people act against their nature and the body begins to produce vitriol - or bitterness, as this poison is commonly called "
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Now I've heard last night a woman playing the piano. She played masterfully. So I rarely hear someone play.
As I listened to the songs, I thought of all those who have suffered, these sonatas, preludes to compose Adagio, of how they were laughed at when their pieces - they were different - which Subz that in the music world had control. On the difficulties and humiliations, to find someone who financed an orchestra. To the boos they received from an audience that such harmony was not yet accustomed.
like the composer had it hard have, but this young woman has suffered even more, because she knew she would die very soon. And I, I will not die? Where have I left my soul to play the music of my life with the same enthusiasm? "... ... "Where's my soul gone?" Asked Mari. "In my past. In the imagination of what I saw as my life. My soul was caught in the moment when I was a house, a husband had a job that I wanted to free myself, but never had the courage to do it. My soul was in the past. But today she arrived here, and I'm back full of enthusiasm in my body. I do not know what do I do now. All I know is that I have taken three years to realize that life pushed me to another path that I did not want to go. "
Conclusion
Let us do what burns us to the heart, without a care for the (possibly bad) opinion of others. Cry when you feel like it, or sing, go barefoot in winter and summer drink mulled wine ...
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