Thai The melody drifted lazily across the landscape of Pancho’s dream. What was that sweet melody? That sweet melody that sounded slightly wooden or metallic. As if it came out of a tiny speaker… Suddenly his keen mind grasped it!
Pancho’s hand, newly awoken, reached for his mobile phone playing Liszt. His thumb pressed the off button. Silence…
For a second he thought everything was in order and then it hit him. Pancho was ill. And he was tired. Darn it!
He let himself fall into a more comfortable position. It was Friday, one more day of school before a restful weekend…
When Pancho had finally dragged himself out of bed half an hour later the situation had changed. He felt even worse. Headache, blocked nose and ears, severe drowsiness…He was dressed for school, but all hope of making it through the day had left him. His body was merely a hollow shell functioning according to preset instructions. But Pancho’s incredible mind in contrast was racing, despite having a severe limp. One could also describe his thought process as having had both its legs amputated. But even when walking on his hands he was faster than the multitude of imbeciles that populate too many places.
The fantastic idea that had entered the singularly excellent agglomeration of nerve cells in Pancho’s cranium was too mind bogglingly exceptional too reveal under normal circumstances. But as these writings represent the accumulated wisdom of his life, recorded for eternity, this little gem may be shared just this once.
His idea was to appear at the breakfast table, seeming ready to go to work, waiting for the right opportunity to pounce. When his father or his mother finally came down stairs he would stand up, looking as ill as possible, and inform them that he felt in no state to teach.
The work of a pure genius! The icing on the cake of cakes was that Pancho was also a fantastically gifted actor, able to portray the human soul in any condition so convincingly that he was often referred to as the man with the million faces.
And so, just as Pancho had anticipated, he was asked to change into more comfortable clothes and rushed to the outside sleeping area (which is not quite as hot as indoors). Here a huge dome of a mosquito net was placed above him.
And the result was sweet repose! Pancho would have actually enjoyed this piece of surreal artistry if he had not felt so under the weather and all. It wasn’t actually such a great trick considering that he actually was not in any state to teach.
In any case, before his mind could settle on such sinister matters he drifted off into uneasy sleep. The buzzing fan at his side only provided short bursts of feeble cooling through the protective netting.
Pancho rested in this way until the early afternoon when he was finally overcome by a bout of energy that did not let him sleep any longer. He drifted over to the kitchen area and was served a spontaneous meal for lunch. Pancho his polite self once again ate as much as was agreeable to him. As described already, a meal when one is ill does not tend to improve the frame of mind and so Pancho felt like he had been knocked out by an elephant, or two… And barely making the trek of 20 meters he stumbled back to his temporary sleeping quarters.
Waking up an hour later, he felt extremely refreshed for the first time. The effects of illness seemed to have been worn down by his perplexingly perfect physique.
His advisor, having naturally taken notice his important personage failing to appear at work, eventually found out that his missing was due to illness. And so Pancho was presented with a box of pills of Thai herbs and a tasty dish for dinner when she passed by gallantly.
Pancho, in addition to being offered a vast multitude of medicine was repeatedly asked whether he wanted to see a doctor. Being aware of his conspicuously invincible stamina Pancho declined every time. He would however have to give in finally, out of consideration for his advisor being responsible for him and politeness.
A charming fellow Pancho was and he would keep it that way, even if he had to visit a doctor whose modes of operation he would quite likely not approve of. This however would be an experience of the following day. As the doctor and shopping facilities that Pancho required were in the biggest city of the region, Ubon Ratchatani, they would make day long round trip.
That evening however still held a little surprise for Pancho.
After having enjoyed the extravagantly delicious dinner brought by his advisor, the working crew for mansion and land of the family invited Pancho for a little adventure. Not fully understanding Thai yet it took a few minutes of semi successful translation to make clear that they were heading to a shrine of special interested, due to the fact that it was inhabited by monkeys. Pancho, quite the animal lover, was eager to accept and off they rode in the pimp mobile.
Finally arriving at the shrine the group stepped out of the fancy car and bought some snacks at the roadside shop. Shop might be a gross exaggeration for what is considered civilized western standards. It was more a hut with an array of bananas, corn and other foods. Initially Pancho stood there, not quite grasping the amount of bananas and corn that were bought. He then saw the swarms of knee high and smaller monkeys drifting across the road from the gate to the shrine and understood. Pancho watched in fascination, not worrying in any way that his camera may be stolen or that the monkeys would decide to climb around on him, clawing at his deliciously matched clothing of impeccable style.
But the monkeys turned out to be quite the well behaved sort of country folk. If they were not busy chasing and biting each other they quietly crowded around and held up their hands, patiently waiting for the receipt of bananas, but more so corn which they seemed to crave like a drug. Some would insist on receiving food by holding on to a leg of Pancho’s masterfully tailored trousers, others would scamper around in a very suspicious manner. It was quite evident to Pancho that they were simply acting all nice and innocent until the time came to grab and snatch. Pancho did not let those shady folks escape his watchful gaze.
Despite the monkeys most definitely being the main attraction the crew still made its way up to the shrine to bring in a casual prayer. Pancho politely took part in the necessary ritual knowing full well however that he had already been gifted more than enough. Good looks, charm, manners and an intellect so brilliant that it could lighten up even the darkest abyss.
Yes, Pancho thought, he ought to be more humble and leave some of the heavenly luck for less fortunate souls.
Pancho’s hand, newly awoken, reached for his mobile phone playing Liszt. His thumb pressed the off button. Silence…
For a second he thought everything was in order and then it hit him. Pancho was ill. And he was tired. Darn it!
He let himself fall into a more comfortable position. It was Friday, one more day of school before a restful weekend…
When Pancho had finally dragged himself out of bed half an hour later the situation had changed. He felt even worse. Headache, blocked nose and ears, severe drowsiness…He was dressed for school, but all hope of making it through the day had left him. His body was merely a hollow shell functioning according to preset instructions. But Pancho’s incredible mind in contrast was racing, despite having a severe limp. One could also describe his thought process as having had both its legs amputated. But even when walking on his hands he was faster than the multitude of imbeciles that populate too many places.
The fantastic idea that had entered the singularly excellent agglomeration of nerve cells in Pancho’s cranium was too mind bogglingly exceptional too reveal under normal circumstances. But as these writings represent the accumulated wisdom of his life, recorded for eternity, this little gem may be shared just this once.
His idea was to appear at the breakfast table, seeming ready to go to work, waiting for the right opportunity to pounce. When his father or his mother finally came down stairs he would stand up, looking as ill as possible, and inform them that he felt in no state to teach.
The work of a pure genius! The icing on the cake of cakes was that Pancho was also a fantastically gifted actor, able to portray the human soul in any condition so convincingly that he was often referred to as the man with the million faces.
And so, just as Pancho had anticipated, he was asked to change into more comfortable clothes and rushed to the outside sleeping area (which is not quite as hot as indoors). Here a huge dome of a mosquito net was placed above him.
And the result was sweet repose! Pancho would have actually enjoyed this piece of surreal artistry if he had not felt so under the weather and all. It wasn’t actually such a great trick considering that he actually was not in any state to teach.
In any case, before his mind could settle on such sinister matters he drifted off into uneasy sleep. The buzzing fan at his side only provided short bursts of feeble cooling through the protective netting.
Pancho rested in this way until the early afternoon when he was finally overcome by a bout of energy that did not let him sleep any longer. He drifted over to the kitchen area and was served a spontaneous meal for lunch. Pancho his polite self once again ate as much as was agreeable to him. As described already, a meal when one is ill does not tend to improve the frame of mind and so Pancho felt like he had been knocked out by an elephant, or two… And barely making the trek of 20 meters he stumbled back to his temporary sleeping quarters.
Waking up an hour later, he felt extremely refreshed for the first time. The effects of illness seemed to have been worn down by his perplexingly perfect physique.
His advisor, having naturally taken notice his important personage failing to appear at work, eventually found out that his missing was due to illness. And so Pancho was presented with a box of pills of Thai herbs and a tasty dish for dinner when she passed by gallantly.
Pancho, in addition to being offered a vast multitude of medicine was repeatedly asked whether he wanted to see a doctor. Being aware of his conspicuously invincible stamina Pancho declined every time. He would however have to give in finally, out of consideration for his advisor being responsible for him and politeness.
A charming fellow Pancho was and he would keep it that way, even if he had to visit a doctor whose modes of operation he would quite likely not approve of. This however would be an experience of the following day. As the doctor and shopping facilities that Pancho required were in the biggest city of the region, Ubon Ratchatani, they would make day long round trip.
That evening however still held a little surprise for Pancho.
After having enjoyed the extravagantly delicious dinner brought by his advisor, the working crew for mansion and land of the family invited Pancho for a little adventure. Not fully understanding Thai yet it took a few minutes of semi successful translation to make clear that they were heading to a shrine of special interested, due to the fact that it was inhabited by monkeys. Pancho, quite the animal lover, was eager to accept and off they rode in the pimp mobile.
Finally arriving at the shrine the group stepped out of the fancy car and bought some snacks at the roadside shop. Shop might be a gross exaggeration for what is considered civilized western standards. It was more a hut with an array of bananas, corn and other foods. Initially Pancho stood there, not quite grasping the amount of bananas and corn that were bought. He then saw the swarms of knee high and smaller monkeys drifting across the road from the gate to the shrine and understood. Pancho watched in fascination, not worrying in any way that his camera may be stolen or that the monkeys would decide to climb around on him, clawing at his deliciously matched clothing of impeccable style.
But the monkeys turned out to be quite the well behaved sort of country folk. If they were not busy chasing and biting each other they quietly crowded around and held up their hands, patiently waiting for the receipt of bananas, but more so corn which they seemed to crave like a drug. Some would insist on receiving food by holding on to a leg of Pancho’s masterfully tailored trousers, others would scamper around in a very suspicious manner. It was quite evident to Pancho that they were simply acting all nice and innocent until the time came to grab and snatch. Pancho did not let those shady folks escape his watchful gaze.
Despite the monkeys most definitely being the main attraction the crew still made its way up to the shrine to bring in a casual prayer. Pancho politely took part in the necessary ritual knowing full well however that he had already been gifted more than enough. Good looks, charm, manners and an intellect so brilliant that it could lighten up even the darkest abyss.
Yes, Pancho thought, he ought to be more humble and leave some of the heavenly luck for less fortunate souls.
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