Here is my first contribution to the group.
It is also my first try in freely associating in a non-native language.
Please comment, criticize and share your related free associations.
They are of very great value to me.
The theory that my "other" personality might be an English speaker made
me give this a try. As I took another sip from my tea, this room felt a
bit different. Different in such a way that is enabling me to let my
subconsciousness take over.
Staring at the wall against me, I realized how it started to turn into a
door. A door, made of small curved mirrors... All the paintings on the
wall faded away slowly. There I was, left alone with a door to enter.
Was this a question of bravery? I was astonished to dream where the door
might lead me to. "Temptation, temptation..." So I heard the voices
sing. I must admit, I felt kind of scared. Like a baby felt giving birth
to her first mother. Feeling I might change my mind, I quickly grabbed
my book and opened the door. I was expecting a forest, green and huge.
Quite the contrary, the door led me to another room with mirrors on all
of its walls, ceiling and base. I could see the reflection of everything
but myself. The door was no longer there and my book looked a lot
different to me. What was I about to do here? What exactly did I leave
behind? The lack of which made me smile like a mother smiled giving
birth to her own mother...
Leaving my book in a corner of the room, I started observing the
mirrors. Why was my reflection not there? In a room like that, how could
I figure out the difference this journey might have caused? After a
couple of minutes, I was shocked when I started to wonder why I couldn't
see the reflections of the things that "touch" me, unlike all the other
things in the room. My clothes, my shoes, my earring... All became
visible as I took them off. "The book!", I said, "where is it?" turning
to the corner where I left it. Its reflection was there though. Looking
at me and smiling like my mother smiled, giving birth to my
Somehow, I knew the cure was in this room but where? The endlessness,
which the mirrors have formed, gave me an idea. Why was I thinking that
the other side of the mirror was inaccessible to me? "Temptation,
temptation..." So I heard the voices sing. I must admit, I felt kind of
scared. Like a warrior felt, being slain by his new-born baby... Feeling
I might have found the cure, I took a step into the mirror. There I saw
my "other" self sitting in that room, looking at the wall, writing a
truly weird story... I can't say he was astonished though, seeing me
standing against him, naked.
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