Dead Man Walking
Today I found out that my father's friend, Martins, is again in the hospital in Macao. I'm not sure about how that makes me feel, the man being so close to death. Most of the 5 weeks I spent in Macao this summer we where with him. Inspite of all the things I find wrong in his character he strikes me as a good person, I respect him and unlike many people there I enjoy his life-stories, true or not-so true. I heard him talk a lot about his heart attack and about eating right from then on and doing exercise and all. I heard him talk about a lot of stuff. He's afraid of dying. He wanted more time. More than the 6 months the doctor's gave him. He's part of my vision of Macao, he's known me since I lived there, more than 7 years ago, and he is my father's best friend and company there. I'm sorry for my father if he dies. oh, this pathetic human fraility.