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They gave me an injection against it. But they gave me an overdose, so I can only fly now!
The report, I told you I’m writing on the state of the world... I think it’s going to be fantastic. I mean – the disorder of the world can be beautiful.
I got no more money left, I got a couple of dollars in my pocket maybe, and I am on my way to Jakarta. It’s a big world and it’s wonderfully quiet here on the plane. I feel fantastic.
How is it going in New York? Maybe it’s time for you to come home.
There is so much love in the world, John, so much love. And there is death. Maybe mostly death at the moment. People are dying in the streets because they miss each other, miss love, miss closeness. Look – I’m forgetting something. I have… I have a note about you, and I can’t read my own note. I make a note and I can’t read it. It’s an important note. An old note.
The disorder of the world… It’s all connected some how, it’s all connected…
I can see the whole world from here.
John, I… I would love to be with you. You would give me a cigarette. We would smoke together, me my little brother and his love. We should have stayed together as a family. Instead you are there and I am - here. It´ s wrong everybody is away from each other occupied with their own - occupied with their own shit. Forgetting about each other. We should have stayed together by the lake back home. I will never forget the lake. And now… It’s freezing all over the world. But you must live. You must survive. The world is a good place, John. Look at it. It is a good place.
John, you’re probably out there somewhere in the snow. Both of you. It’s like the old days… As for me, it’s incredible. I’m going to end my days in row 21 in that plane. I can’t think of a better place to die. It’s snowing all over the world, so we can’t land - and your big brother is a little bit frightened... But I did finish my report on the state of the world. I wrote: They made it… About you, about love. What can I say? It’s all about love. And that’s the way it should be. John, are you there? You’re probably freezing out there somewhere on the snow. Sleeping. Sleep well, John.