Sex, Drugs, New Age Music: My Search for Enlightenment in 90′s
Her face is frozen in a goofy smile. Eyes glazed over, body suddenly unmoving beneath me. My first thought is that maybe I am doing something wrong. I lift my head and look into her vacant eyes, “Are you trying to tell me something?”
Then I see it. A thin trickle of blood coming out of the side of her mouth.
“Oh my God. No, no!”
I am distraught. Run to the door yelling “Somebody help me, please, we need help!”
Kristina cannot remember anything from the last two weeks. For the next two days I tell and retell the story of Goa, of the German Cafe and the sunset on acid, of the caves in Ajanta, the overnight bus from the Osho Ashram in Pune, my hiking boots being gone in the morning -- stolen by the nice Indian students who had sung pop songs with us into the black night as the bus snaked up the narrow and treacherously bumpy roads.
She asks the same questions every half hour or so, until eventually the amnesia subsides and all of her memory comes back.
We had been in Goa. Under that epic sky, protected by the multi-colored canopy stretched over that balcony draped over the cliff, looking down on the wide expanse of ocean. More