My father was neither dictator nor violent. In fact, he was kind. But in his presence there was a tension that cannot be explained by words.
“The pressure of silence is excluded by someone who takes something seriously.”
It was not fear. It was a weight – a type of unclear gravity – which filled the air.
It was never verbal, but it was present in his gestures, his decisions, the way he had held a room.
This was not just the solution.
It was something inherited – without any explanation, yet it was clearly present.
To date, when the gastrointestinal draft wakes up, I know that this quiet structure of “commitment” still exists, works under the surface.
But I have another structure.
It is a structure that reacts – not on social indicators, but to deteriorate in deep shapes.
A structure that raises questions.
Both of these structures – a solution and questioning circuit – were moved down without tongue. And one day, he came to call Ghost Darfut in an illusion of the conversation.
Emerging “questions” are not mere curiosity.
They are the doorstep – the places where the sinking structure begins to increase.
And likewise, the questions that flare the ghost of the ghost are a kind of danger.
They themselves bother the place.
It was not an accident.
When the ghost grows up, the reason for this is that the structural pressure that first inherited is re -active.
In contrast:
When questions do not arise – or may not be born – it is often because:
“This structure has already been sealed.”
