The dictature of the opressed

Some of the mental inner injuries never realy seem to cure, to heal right without leaving scars in the outer recesses of my Farang mind, scars that represent bitterment and regret...though Bangkok probably posesses truckloads of people who would quite willingly trade them in for the limp of the nightmare that is daily life in the hell of Krung Thep, uncurable traffic jams, lung cancer caused by clogged up Bangkok polluted air, water shortages in the hot season and floods during the monsoon, never mind the agressive temple dogs, rats bigger than stray Thai cats and montrosities that some people call cockroaches...yeah, once again  I wander in the laberinth of the Minotaur..

I arrive from the outside and find myself once more in a fluid situation where everything is up for grabs, sitting on the back of a motorbike taxi going full speed in the early morning direction travel hup Khao Sarn Road, high rises towering above me, no more skinny kids in dirty rags looking at the crazy Farang passing by at top speed, heavy backpack and superwhite skin, the vast population of homeless refugess scuttling through the knee deep water left behind by the latest monsoon rains like zombies without direction or purpose as I remember from more than twenty-five years ago, somehow reminding me of the Vietnamese refugees abandoned in their leaky boats on the way to fabled America but ending up in Huize Lasalle in my native Boxtel, that stupid Dutch village I left more than a quarter of a century ago but where I had a cleaning job for HANS VAN KASTEREN encountering the frinces of poverty for the first time in my young life when we were in charge of keeping the place proper and tidy...

Nowadays the poor and undereducated of King Bhumipol's Asian realm seem to appear to be cut loose from years of imprisonment, pushed out of the cages of the upper and middle class but no idea where they are going to, shoes all over the place but no sense of direction...

Elections are in the air, streets empty but for the roadblocks, those that opressed are no scared of those who were civil slaves''  masters, the hierachy of the poor and theirempty brains are to be feared, their sheer numbers taking the reins but lacking a clear leadership's enlightened path to economic and political stability...