Matsui Sound Problems

Salt and knife. A story from the emergency reception center at night ...

Salt and knife

I wake with a start with a feeling of discomfort. Now wearing the watch before her eyes. 3:00 am the night. I am struck by the strong light in the kitchen, glassed in front of the office where I sleep.

Immediately anxiety is not normal, usually the guests going to the bathroom light switch on the small ....

Rest two minutes still on the bed trying to listen if you hear noises. Absolute silence. I get up and walk out the office on my way to the kitchen. I think with that light so strong and violent even my colleague will be awakened. Into the kitchen. There is a person, his back to goal, at the sink, still. It strikes me now knife lying on the kitchen counter: It is the biggest we have. I recognized the person is Mark.

That did not calm me, tonight was very "fact" of pills, and all his actions seemed meaningless. I'm worried, worried. How are you? Be threatening, dangerous? The fact that he is completely still worries me, seems lost in a void.

Starry Night V. Van Gogh

I decide to take action. I talk to him without moving, keeping a safe distance from him: "What are you doing?". Mark has a start, says he heard me coming. Very slowly turns and lifts a container of salt that must have taken the belief (the door is open), does not talk, it looks a bit ', the rest, takes a step forward and take the knife. My anxiety is at its peak, but I try to calm down and see what happens. She looks a bit 'then the rest. She looks at me and says, "I wanted a drink of water." Totters, almost falls. He turns and walks slowly toward the bathroom and disappeared inside. Quickly into the kitchen and replace salt and knife. I understand now that it will be good the next day remove the knives from the kitchen. I do not now and not to create unrest. Marco comes out of the bathroom, looks at me, but does not speak and staggered dramatically, he returns to the bedroom. After a minute I follow him. It 's all off, but through the external light, filtered through the window, I see quite well. It remains a bit ' then slowly sat up in bed she lies and says: "Salt and knife." I'll be back in the kitchen and take off the knives, putting them in an envelope that I bring to the office. I turn off the light. I go back to bed. I had a lot of fear. I try to relax. Rest for a long time with open eyes in the dark.