American cars are very strong. […] So we made a kind of cemented road to go down. It’s easier to grip to go up. Then I was not that scared anymore. But before, it was just like the movies, “voooosh,” and then it goes “grrraah.” And then it goes “vooo,” and then, “grraah grraah.” “Don’t worry, Master! I got it, Master!” “Vroom, vroom, grraah, oooo!” Every day, every day. “Don’t worry, Master.” And the wheels kept rolling on. “Don’t worry, I got it, Master!” “Aah grraah grraah.” Go back… “Brooom!” […]
Normally, people don’t like to go sit in that corner. We could put some trees here. Have to have some good taste. The chair was so big. And also, when they put it on the second floor, it’s so heavy, maybe the floor gets trouble. And that big chair that they put now in the gallery for me to sit on, it was in my upper living room. Imagine! The house is so small. My living room is about like this, and the sofa is like this. When you walk in, it’s only sofa. So far, only the sofa. Nothing else. My God. Don’t even know the sense of matching. She (attendant) likes everything big.
Actually, I don’t really like anything big. I like the big ocean, the big mountain. But nothing… Everything else is... Enough is enough. You have to be proportionate, that’s what it is. (Yes, Master.) My upstairs living room – just necessary, only about… Very small sofa, very small, and the arms and the cushions should be this thin only, a little bit like that. But not the armchair, the arms on both sides like this and like that. And behind the back is also like this thick. And when I sit there – I’m already small – I sit in that big chair, I feel even tinier. Oh, my God. If it is just a little bit bigger, then you won’t find me. I blend in, swallowed up by the sofa. But this is nothing new. Nothing new. They do that all the time, everywhere.
When I was in California, I had a little mountain; I bought a mountain. There was nothing up there, just some water. There was a water well; that was it. Nothing, no electricity, of course. So, every night, we had a fire to cook. And we brought a couple of trailers, old ones, used ones, a few thousand (dollars) each. Brought them up so we could live there, cook, and shelter when it rained. Or otherwise, we ate outside, because the mountain had a lot of dry wood falling everywhere. So we brought the wood and we made a fire in the middle and cooked every day. And then later, they felt sorry that I lived in an old second hand trailer. So they nailed a wooden house for me – a little bit bigger wooden house. It was about maybe three by three (meters), something like that. And they bought a king size bed and put it inside there. I could not believe it.
The king size bed is for the king, no? OK. If they really wanted to exaggerate, they could buy a queen size bed. No, a king size bed! Put in that little wood do-it-yourself house – with a tiny window, a little creaky door, and a king size luxury bed with curves in the bedhead, everything. The mattresses were as thick as my size, as thick as my height. You open the door; you jump right in the bed. No, not jumping, climbing! (Climbing.) The bed is already very high, king size, elaborated, everything. And the mattress, double mattresses, one was down already. I don’t know why they have double mattresses. I don’t know. Really, I don’t know. But there were double mattresses, some beds are like that. (Yes.) The bed was already very high. OK? I don’t know whom it was made for, what kind of king, I don’t know, but very high. And then the mattress was this big. Americans’ comfort, you know? (Yes.) And then another mattress on top of it. (Wow!) And the house is three by two, or two by four (meters), or whatever that was, very small. Like those ready-made wooden storerooms. (Yes.) But this one, they do-it-yourself.
And the mountain is not flat. On top, you just happened to find just a little clearance somewhere, and then you put a house there. It’s very difficult to go up to the house already because the land is not flat. You have to try to climb somehow to come up. And then, as soon as you open the door, it almost hits you back down to the mountain again. Because the door opens outward. You open it and you, “Oh! My God!”You have to grab something, or you’d fall down backward, rolling down. So I told them, “No need to wait for me in the car. I’ll just roll down myself.” That was a very peculiar mountain because the way you go up, just like that, really 90 degrees. “Zzzzzp!” (Wow.)
So they bought me a Bronco with a lot of bullet holes all over the car, bullet holes in it. (Yes. Wow.) My God, I’m already scared to be noticed. A Bronco, so big! I’m not exaggerating! At least two dozen bullet holes in the whole car! (Wow!) I don’t know what they used that car for, like target shooting or something, or maybe they have been doing things with each other out in the field somewhere. And I told them, “But why did you have to buy cars with bullet holes in it?” And my attendant, she told me, “It’s the cheapest we can get. (Cheapest one!) Almost immediately available, Master.” My God! When I sat in that car, I put my head down very low, hiding, hiding behind the chair. I was worried the police would stop us or see my face and then take a picture, or something, just for the story to later use, in case, for reference in the future. “The woman with the hat and umbrella and a lot of bullet holes in the car.”
But that car was very strong – can go straight up. Oh, really, you have to go… Just now, thinking about that, I’m still scared. (Wow.) It’s very straight, like this. (Wow.) I’m not joking! San Jose (California), the mountain. I sold it already, of course. And we still came up and down every day. Funny. And we wanted to make a road. The asphalt road is easier to go up than just dirt and straight 90 degrees like that, or at least 40, 45. (Forty-five.) Terrible. American cars are very strong. They use Jeep or Bronco, Bronci, whatever, to go up.
So later on, we – just me and some attendants, some male, female – we bought cement, and we hired those cars that mix cement and poured it out on the street together. So we made a kind of cemented road to go down. It’s easier to grip to go up. Then I was not that scared anymore. But before, it was just like the movies, “voooosh,” and then it goes “grrraah.” And then it goes “vooo,” and then, “grraah grraah.” “Don’t worry, Master! I got it, Master!” “Vroom, vroom, grraah, oooo!” Every day, every day. “Don’t worry, Master.” And the wheels kept rolling on. “Don’t worry, I got it, Master!” “Aah grraah grraah.” Go back… “Brooom!” I told him, “Don’t talk to me, just drive!” I said, “I’m not worried. I’m dead already!” Because just one road up and so steep really, if anybody knows about it or not… Hòa knows? Nobody knows, huh? Nobody [here was there] at that time. But you can ask like the earlier ones that could legally go to America with me. I don’t remember many more. And where was I? (“Grrrh.”)
The Bronco – he was trying very hard. But with so many bullets in his body, I think he really did well. It was rolling again, “brrrm, brrrm and brrrm,” and then finally “zoop”! Oh, my God. Every time, every day. And he kept telling me, “Don’t worry, Master. I got it.” And the road was already so steep and so small. If one mistake, he would roll over to either side! (Wow.) And he kept talking to me, “Don’t worry, Master.” One-hand drive. That kind of situation, and braking and gassing, and breaking, gassing, and still managed to talk! Always telling me, “Don’t worry, Master. I got it, I got it.” I said, “Just drive, man! Don’t talk! I’m not worried! I’m dead already!” Every day! Oh, my God.
And there was some guy who wanted to visit me at that time. He couldn’t make it; his car couldn’t make it. (Oh.) He had a Jaguar, man. It couldn’t go up. (Wow.) Animal(-person), Jaguar, but could not go up. So he left the car down there and walked every day up. (Wow.) Oh, man! Talking about sincerity. And, a guy with a suit, businessman, black suit, black tie, shiny shoes, everything. By the time he goes… By the time he climbed that dirt road, 45 degrees or 50 degrees to my house, he completely changed color. Like those lizard(-people) that change color to suit the environment. Oh, he completely blended in. (Wow.) You couldn’t recognize him anymore when he’s up. The color changed completely to the dirt color. It’s like magic. I asked, “Since when did you learn the art of camouflag[ing] with the environment?” Poor guy.
And not only that, we had mosquitoes, by the way. (Oh! Wow.) Just because you’re climbing, it doesn’t mean that the mosquitoes’ll just stand by and say, “Hoorah, go, go!” The mosquito is lazy to fly because it’s too high; he hitchhikes on your skin. [Whether] you’re driving or not, he just takes a ride with you, free. And then he comes up, oh, a lot of pimples on the face as well. (Oh.) Also, same color as dirt. You don’t know it’s a mosquito bite. It’s not red. It’s all brown. Oh, man. Just why did I tell you about this thing?
And in that kind of situation, they still could manage to bring the king size bed! Into that little wooden hut. I really have no idea how. Put it inside even! Despite the door is that big! (Wow.) They took it all into pieces, went inside – they couldn’t even stand inside to fix it. They stood outside, through the window, through the door to fix it. (Wow.) And climbed under the bed to fix it from below, fix the nails. And two mattresses! Oh, my God. By the time I climbed the mountain, climbed to my house, and saw the bed, I didn’t want to go in there. I [didn’t] want to climb another “mountain.” Oh, but that’s what they do. You always ask them, “Why you did this? Why you did that?” They say, “I love Master, that’s why.” See what I mean? Always love and then do all kinds of things because “love Master.” Love, but don’t have to have a big bed like that. Just to show their love is big or something.
I know why they had such a big bed in that small house. Because once I came inside, I’d probably crawl to the other side, the wall corner; like that I’m safe, they thought. Because if it’s a small bed, then maybe if I roll off the bed, then I’d roll down the hill. But if it’s a big bed, then I’d probably have time to grab the pole, or something, or the pillow, hold onto it, and call for help. There used to be a little treehouse also for the children of the neighbor. They used to go up and play next to it. So I said, “Well, I’d rather go to that treehouse.” Because at least I know it’s a treehouse, and it’s smaller, and I would be safer in there than just rolling on that bed and might be able to even roll down the hill. Incredible.
Photo Caption: Lucky Humans to Have Such Reminder Of Heaven!!
