a warning

when i got to bukittinggi i felt like a ghost... i had to walk for 5km to get some food because it's ramadan and only the western cafe sells food. with a 40 degree fever it took me a long time to get there. and when i got there i almost passed out on the table. a pineapple shake and a chocolate pancake brought me back to life and i had just about enough energy to ask the nice guy for a medicine lady. we walked together. when we got there she was busy so we sat on a wooden bench. i told him about the motorbike accident. and about the car crash 2 years ago. la la told me "you know, this already happened to you 2 times, if you don't stop moving around so much so quickly it will happen again, and the third time you die"