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Norbert „Nazan” Burger

Nooks of the soul

...that which I did not want…

Ridero

2024

© Norbert „Nazan” Burger, 2024 ISBN 978-83-8384- 429—9 The book was created in the intelligent publishing system Ridero

Table of Contents

— END 6

— EGO 18

— BOTTOM 24

— PROGRAM 29

Norbert,,Nazan,, Burger

,,\soul markers,, Great Britain 01.04.2020

,,God, (however I understand You) grant me serenity, so that I

may accept what I cannot change, courage to change what I can change and wisdom to know the difference between the two.”

,,Sincerity, Honesty, Truthfulness” Here I dedicate these my scribbles primarily to my beloved

parents, brothers, sons: Patryk, Ernest, and Olivier, friends, acquaintances, and strangers, to each of my sponsors: Bogus, Krzysiek, Artur, Erwin (each of you had to be brave and strong, but also very patient) To my mentees, especially Krzysiek who showed me what true humility looks like, Piotrek for saving my life, we know what it’s about, the staff of the rehabilitation ward in Krosno, I do not expect applause or words of recognition, what I hope for is that these scribbles will move at least one lost mind to think and perhaps save at least one life. This book also in no way aims to break the anonymity of any person without that person’s clear consent. I also inform that I am not afraid of criticism, in the spirit of the saying:,,there are people who secretly dislike me, I openly don’t care,,

Illustrations in this book: Theodor Severin Kittelsen {b. April 27,

1857, d. January 21, 1914} Norwegian draftsman and illustrator, immortalizing in his works the nature and beliefs of Norway.

I also allowed myself to include one of my photos, just as a warning.

— THE END

In the attic room, three red candles were burning, on the wa-

the magnolia-colored wall danced with shadows cast by the flames of the candles, which calmed the mind but at the same time caused unrest in the soul

44-year-old Max sat in silence thinking about what he had accomplished

in his life, covering his tear-stained sad eyes with his hands. Thoughts in his head came and went repeatedly, leaving only emptiness, silence, and misunderstanding. He felt lonely, left to himself, unnecessary to anyone, aware of what he had lost due to years of alcohol and drug abuse. Somewhere in his subconscious, the thought was hidden that this was the end.

this miserable and humiliating life. He was quite sure that this was the beginning of something new, full of hope, the beginning of a better time. He remembered perfectly the words of his worried mother spoken many times and so much disregarded by him.

Many times he asked himself the question: why? \ for what reason?

For what purpose? He sought answers to who he is? Where is he heading? Where does his path, strewn with suffering, loneliness, pain, and self-pity, lead him? He felt different, inferior, misunderstood.

He was also perfectly aware of his addiction only

that amplified his pain and suffering for many years. That evening something broke in him, something spilled in his soul and flooded his tired and bleeding heart. \ he understood that all he had experienced in his 44-

In his summer life, it was essential and so very necessary for him to be in the place and time where he found himself at that moment.

My name is Max and I am 12 years old, I can be disobedient and deceitful,

I even dare to admit that I am not sometimes, but I am like this all the time. I just lied to my mother that I am only going out

to the yard not far from home, while I know perfectly well that I am heading to the end of the estate to an older acquaintance to ride a motorcycle and listen to his captivating stories.

My older acquaintance, who is about four years older, is named Andrew.

and in the area, he does not have a good reputation, but to me.

it doesn’t bother me at all and I am even a little impressed by his reprimand- his opinion, he is already an adult, knows a lot about life and I really desire nothing more than to finally become an adult man. And he has

already my motorcycle, navy blue, with a luggage rack and on large wheels, not the same as a moped on tiny wheels. I eagerly run out of the cage and head towards the last block-

in the estate, I run across the street and turn my head once again.