Alternate Vision

Towards the end of my time in Adana I started to get a little antsy with myself. I was overcome by a sense of dissatisfaction that occured for many reasons, half of them being job related. Deep within my body, mind and soul I had a void to fill, a high purpose to serve, though, to date, I am not sure what exactly this was or is. What I did know was that it involved something different than simply working for someone higher up just so he could afford an extra vacation to the much sought after beaches of Cyprus and sustain his covertly decadent lifestyle. I wanted no more to be tied down with my job. The thought of my then soon-to-come vacation was too much of a tease. My time wasn't done yet.

One afternoon, after searching the net for everything from "volunteer jobs in turkey" to "green peace in adana", I stumbled upon a group of kindred souls who worked for the Family Care Foundation. I sought them out overphone and had a few enlightening converstions about their work and lifestyle in the middleast. Sadly though I didn't pursue anything more after that since, for a mutitude of reasons, I decided to depart earlier than expected. Adriano, one of my many soul brothers, picked up where I left off. Talk about living vicariously. Yet again I steal a story from his blog. This has to do with clowns entertaining orphans suffering from leukemia.

No make-up, no red nose, just colorful clothes. I wear the large yellow and blue pants and the rainbow jacket. Ready.
I come out from the computer room where I've just changed clothes and I start walking to the bright door. The sun is blinding but my sight comes back after few seconds. The children of the orphanage are there in front of me and even just my clothes make them smile. I sit between them and inevitably they start to talk with me. I don't understand but soon the language-problem is overcome by smiles and hugs. Another clown is playing the guitar. We start dancing. I start dancing on my knees and still from down there I'm taller than the children I'm dancing with. Most of them are special, very special; I can't believe that they are alone. The seem so happy, so serene, but it's just because there's a clown with them, a clown who has everything, everything those children wish they had. How can I smile knowing that I'm much more lucky than those innocent children? But today they just want a smile and some colorfull clothes, and this clown cannot deny this to them, so I smile and I keep playing with them.