« I recorded some birds here, do you want them »: a little for Vladimir Petkov – Kaladan

Many people were close to Vlado.

I – not so much.

If I was something, it was rather a fan of the side, disguised as a friend.

In general, Vlado Komai is the only person in my life who managed to have his own (withstanding and reasoned) version of anything. For meatballs, for knives, for weapons, for imagination, for fiction, and for space; But also for a tight hearing, for giving a measured advice, for « Abe, Mani, don’t do », for « I started snoring for a month and something », for « I recorded some birds here sing, do you want? ».

A few months ago, Vlado asked me to write on his behalf an address « to the likes », saying that he had a difficult diagnosis and need for additional resources to fight it. Honestly, whatever he had released, he would surely have raised the money – too many people loved him a lot (and love). We chose a more food option so that we do not sound disdainful to other sufferers.

Here is a little of the censored version – a version honest to a wide -ranging, self -ironic, serene, omnipotent person:

A person to live well, and I love to live well well, turns out to be cancer. In my case – with cerebral cancer. If it was a small big brain cancer – to handle it alone. But it is a big cerebral cancer.

I was already operated on once, I passed radiation therapy, now I’m driving chemo. Things are not good, but there is a beam (lol, right) experimental hope – in dear Germany.

(…)

Fuck yu, cancer,

I

After Yves (note – his wife) wrote yesterday with the news, I felt myself talking to myself at the traffic light. I told myself « until recently we needed 99 more as Vlado to get better, we still need 100 from today. »

Tomorrow (April 17 – Thursday) at 12:00 at the Ritual House of Central Cemeteries we will get together, we will count and see all, together, whether we will be able to fill part of this unit Vlado leaves.

Fuck yu, cancer,

and I