Eighteen Minutes

I'm more than half way through the course now. Only problem is... how to start expressing my own piece.

Alright, there's a course for dance or expression organised by my English teacher and conducted by Nirmala, a professional Classical Indian Dancer.

The theme is: If you had 18 minutes to live your life in, what would you do?

I want to show the love of conversation, of being with people, of eating, of falling in love with the person you are talking with and having them fall in love with you as well.

The few times I really enjoyed someone's conversation is with someone who enjoys reading and a bit of history, travel, enjoying life or something along those lines. That is with a Jewish grandmother who doesn't look as old as she is, although she has been suffering from lack of sleep, aches, the like. Ellen Maserati, like the car brand.

We talk about all sorts, art, books, Latin, her book club, our lives, travelling in New Zealand and going into a transparent helicopter above mountains and chasms (her experience), her not being able to drink coffee, the taste of the chocolate cake over the issue about dieting (which she quite does). But we always do that with my mother with us. But it's great, three generations... nearly.

Words that'll come out would be:

Laughter, Horrible, Latin, Tea, Poverty, America, France, War, God, Religion, History, Airplanes, Blackberries, New York, Movies, Libraries, Plays, Theatre, Drama, Music, Companionship, Family, Mussels, French Fries, Chocolate.

If I'm going to speak in gibberish though... for a short period of time, or to say a poem...

Blacclick bokugoo silata zeara, piroco