My Wasted Time Recycled By Nadiya A.M. Mohado Sheikh Nur Stuttgart, Deutschland September 2021
Feeling in the here and now. I wait one, two seconds. This thing I type on, now. A keyboard, toetsenbord we say in Dutch. I wait. Until it’s my own. Like an instrument we play on, I learn to play with this thing now. I wait until I made this thing my own by dancing on its rhythm. And write. That’s how it goes for me. I need to learn. It takes time. I don’t rush things. Wait for a while. Stand up when I fall down. I stood up at many spots during my long journey to ran away from insanity and since the beginning of August even more. After hundreds of miles of walking I am now here. I would fall down in Stuttgart but stood up. Woke up. Trying to make this typing machine in these modern times my own again in my way. I dare to see things different.