I’m going to run away, even if I have to take myself alone, 
I cannot stay and face the life I chose for me; this life is too 
much and I cannot master it, the tasks are too difficult – 
I did not master in dam-building, in either French or English; 
the dam proved too much, a gigantic downfall – 
if I were Lucifer, this is the point where I would be flung from 
heaven because I cannot build a dam; and I never managed to 
read the text in a way that made sense.
Going to run away, failed yet another subject seriously, this dam
-building is too much, I’m going to run away from the Poverty 
Reduction Strategy Plan with cows, farms, roads and credits 
driving me nuts, the endless tables, statistics in a continuous 
stream, it  makes me want to
scream; I’m going to run away - I 
chose this yoke myself, to become a bureaucrat, translating for 
the client who said he needs the dam and Strategy Plan 
And off I go again – French class became a threat, research is 
what they want also, research on countries to create new tableaux – 
I’ll have to run away – the Great Escape – it’s what I need, my brain 
burnt out, I’m an error myself – I must run away…
12 March 2013

 
 
 
 
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