Chapter 18
SYNCHRONICITY?
My sister was, most probably, the most important being in my life. Even in childhood, and ever onwards, I felt for her something more than the mere responsibility of an older brother. And because I received the news of her death the way I did: dully, unmoved, in a stupor; because I was unable to resist when they commanded me not to open the casket, warned me not break the seal with which they’d locked her in, for the rest of my life I will be justly locked up in my own prison of stupor. As punishment for not protecting my little sister, for not being able to stand up to them.
When I attempt to recall those days immediately following my sister’s funeral, they flow together so, that I can’t tell them apart. Work was coming to an end on the foundations for the apa
