Day TWELVE

Losing the key to the backstage when you have only four days until the premiere,
is not the thing to do. But I did. Searching for two hours in the sand, knowing that it's not going to give me the key back is not the thing to do, but I did. I can go on like this, and I will.

Again volunteers made the day. We were making a train of humans so that we could carry 100 stones up the hill. I can't imagine doing that ourselves, and we didn't. I wanted to sing like inmates do in films when they work on the (rail)road, cause that's what it felt like, I guess. But I didn't remember any prisoner songs from movies, so I couldn't.

While balancing all the stones I could balance in half an hour time I expected that more stones would fall.. but they didn't! And that is not good, not good at all. Because I want to be able to go on balancing for centuries on that sand hill (when wind would blow them over constantly), but now I was almost done and was able to shout "tadaaaaa!", which I could.. but I didn't, because I was not a happy camper.

And of course; when you least expect it at the end of the day, you find the key back. On the only place we didn't look consciously. What was that sentence again about 99% transpiration and 1% inspiration? I am really waiting for that 1%. I know I should force myself to get inspired by now, but maybe I have to sweat even a little more, (until the key just presents itself) so I don't.

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