somewhere on my way, Anna N. Schnieden [best summer reads TXT] 📗

Somewhere On My Way

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SOMEWHERE. ON MY WAY.

 

 

 

Imprint

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Cover image : A. Schnieden

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ISBN : 9781794576773

Copyright @ Anongnart Nirathnaparpai. Schnieden

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Somewhere. On my way. Copyright 2018 by

Anongnart Nirathnaparpai Schnieden

Aschnieden.historyofart@gmail.com

 

No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without writing permission except reviews

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Design by Anongnart N. Schnieden

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Editor. Beth Mc. Auley

www.theeditingco.com

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A miracle doesn’t happen in contradiction to nature, but in

contradiction to that which is known to us as nature

Ian Wilson

 

 

 

 

CAUTION! PG 18. Parents strongly caution

 

 

 

I wanted to start with “ Dear Reader ” but didn’t actually know… how or my book is going to be… “ The Sound of Silence, version 1964! “

Well, there are so many possibilities could happen, to my book or….my readers.

 

 

This book is a fiction, based on two eyes and many good brains….. It is about thinking …. And understanding. Hopefully, it causes my readers to the state of finding something funny, but beware!!! If you are religious, traditional or … both? You might have a myocardial infarction…during…hmmm reading- time!!! My editor said,

 

“I think your story is being told in such a creative way and in a style that represents who you are and all that you’ve experienced. I have to say I very much enjoy your sense of wit and humour. I LOL quite often!” Beth Mc. Auley

 

So again, hopefully, this is a good book for reading…not burning. My groupies said, “If anyone wants to get dizzy, migraine and eventually passed out, this book is the right book to read!“ Oh…that was why they walked funny every time after they finished talking to me.

 

 

 

Finally, for good people I had met all over this earth, which were kindhearted to me during my trips…footing…

 

 

 

 

 

THANK YOU GUYS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SOMEWHERE. ON MY WAY.

 

 

 

 

 

Formative Adolescence

 

 

If I could actually know the meaning of human and life, it would be elementary for me to figure out what the fuck is going on. And then it would be easier for me to be a human, but it is not that simple…is it?

 

 

I could not remember my earlier life or the day I was born until I was 5, and all I could remember then was that I was in a small wooden house. It was not like teak wood or oak wood, it was unidentifiable wood! The roof of the house and the floor leaned to one side. Imagine a very old barn that had not been used for 30 years and that was what the house looked like.

 

 

Although, I thought it was beautiful architecture and how amazing the house was, the house did not have any walls or doors, only a few stairs to get into the house, where we cooked, ate and slept, all in the same area. From one point of view, I thought how nice it was that I could see outside at all time, very cool. Moreover, when the rainy days came, I could see a lot of little harmful microorganisms come out from the cracks in the wood floor or the wood poles, which were causing difficulty supporting the roof. It was amusing when those bugs were flying over my head; it was marvelous. The house held 4 people and never had any kind of break down during my stay. I cannot say…what could possibly have happened after I left, however. I called it “The Fallen Roof House.”

 

 

 

The 4 people were a husband, who was about 45 years old and looked pretty drunk all the time! A 60-year-old wife who had a lot of nasty words and a lot of hiding places for money! A daughter who was about 13 years old, she was black and…fat. It was a genetic matter! The last was me, 5 years old, thin and bony, and pale as milk. Therefore, my appearance told me that those people were not my origins, not associated with my deoxyribonucleic acid.

 

 

There was once upon a time that I had a visitor who came to visit me every time a dog smiled … not sure how long does it take? So that I called her “Once upon a time visitor!” The visit went fast, no time to lose! I was not spectacularly excited because I was not sure who the hell she was! Well, I was 5 and lived in The Fallen Roof House with extremely hideous faces that haunted me…for so many years. I was not sure what the hell I should have been excited about.

 

 

When I was between 5 and 6, I started to understand a lot of hmmm…shit that was all around me. For example, when the once upon a time visitor came, I learnt that she was my mother and I could hear her telling the wife about money for my food, yet all I ate were eggs and noodle packages!

 

 

Sometimes, I heard the husband talk to the wife about the daughter’s homework, something she could not read. Blimey, no one in the house could, including me…shit. I was wondering to myself, why I could not read the bloody book! Was it because I was only 5, or was it because I was sleeping on a leaning wood floor? So, I was concerned about my brain!

 

 

 

Was it bending to one side? Ah. That was why I could not read! So, I shook my head every morning, hoping that my brain went equally to the other side of my skull so that one day, I could possibly read. Turns out it had nothing to do with the floor, only everything to do with a baby pig’s head!

 

 

According to my meal, I had come with a plan, which possibly got me better food. Around The Fallen Roof House were ducks, chickens and something…I was not sure if I could call it a “pond,” but possibly! Manifestly, the water was blackish and I did not know how deep it would be because all I could see was just a half a centimeter, after that, I had to use my skillful imagination. It was doubtful what should have been under the half a centimeter, but I never dared to find out! Even so, the ducks seemed to love swimming there and the eggs, which I ate at every meal, were from the chickens and the ducks at the blackish pond…evidently. I did not concern myself about whether it was safe or healthy at the time; all I was concerned about was, “Am I going to make my way through my age of 5?”

 

 

Like every 5-year-old child, all I had been doing was playing while The Fallen Roof House people were out…all day. This would be against the law if I was born in Europe, Australia or North America, but I was not, so I was allowed to be alone with the chickens, the ducks and the blackish pond, and if I had gone missing, I do not think anyone could possibly find me! Perplexingly, I had no idea where my food money was, but I needed food that could possibly take me through my age of 5; therefore, I got an illuminative plan.

 

 

 

I was looking at the ducks and the chickens, thinking of a better meal. Well, in order to get better food, I had to kill the ducks and the chickens, but killing animals would have been an inappropriate action for a child. Besides, I had mercy on them and it was not their fault! So, next morning and after I had thought of an idea, I got up before the others and performed abortions continually, through the next day and the days after. A few days passed, there were no eggs. The investigation was initiated, but no one found any eggs or shells. I sat there, watching and thinking, how useful the blackish pond was… hmmm, for the termination and, more importantly, that day, I knew what was under the half a centimeter…awesome, I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life…feeling the uncertainty!

 

Finally, after my brilliant plan was affected, the meals had changed; they were much better than eggs and noodle packages and, oh, there were still no eggs.

 

To the end of my year 5, the once upon a time visitor came and announced that my stay in the Fallen Roof House had come to…the end and I needed to call her mother, not visitor…Oh! I had two options: do not call her “Mother” or call her “Mother” and get the hell out of the house. Well, I had no idea who the hell she was, and how she became my mother. I was confused because all my life until my age of 6, the only faces that haunted me were the Fallen Roof House people. Even though, they did not seem to care for me but treated me like their baby pig, they had not brutally treated me, either.

 

It was a substantial decision for a 6-year-old child, wasn’t it? While the fallen roof house people and the one upon a time visitor were discussing money and my stuff, I was feeling sorrow…? I did not know why, maybe I was just a child or maybe I was worried about the eggs, and when I thought about the eggs, I tended to be anxious, shit! “Would they come after me later?” In that moment, I took my chances with the one called mother.

 

 

 

Regarding my stuff, there were a few marvelous dirty coloured clothing inside a marvelously dirty coloured bag; I was so proud of it though!

 

A small dirt road from the Fallen Roof House was not far from the main street; I could see people walking in the distance, some people carried BBQ fish, pork, beef, or candy for sale, it was…so cool. Actually, I had never been anywhere, except the Fallen Roof House, therefore I felt like…Jack And The Giant Beanstalk, a story that the baby pig told me over and over!

 

When we were waiting for a particular bus, I was watching people, walking up and down on the street. I was enjoying a moment of my adventure; suddenly an unexpected scene was constructed. The mother pulled my marvelous bag away and dumped it into a garbage tank nearby. I felt disturbed, resulting from this upsetting event; however, when I looked at the mother and found that she was looking at me…too, her eyes were the same expression as when she dumped my bag. I was afraid she might dump me in the same place as my bag… never mind the bag! She did not dump me…yet, but in that moment I was thinking, I had been adopted or sold!

 

After another bus, finally, we reached Bangkok, the capital city of Thailand; where the population was 15 million people, living in 1,568.7 square kilometers (605.7 sq. mi).

 

We were walking on a sidewalk where there were shops and peddling people who carried large or small baskets, selling everything that they could possibly carry. Dry food, wet food, cooking food, kids’ toys, earings, and small furniture! Along the sidewalk were drains where