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MARTIN PISTORIUS
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CONTENTS
Prologue
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Counting Time
The Deep
Coming Up for Air
The Box
Virna
Awakening
My Parents
Changes
The Beginning and the End
Day by Day
The Wretch
Life and Death
My Mother
Other Worlds
Fried Egg
I Tell a Secret
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The Bite
The Furies
Peacock Feathers
Daring to Dream
Secrets
Out of the Cocoon
An Offer I Cant Refuse
A Leap Forward
Standing in the Sea
She Returns
The Party
Henk and Arrietta
The Healer
Escaping the Cage
The Speech
A New World
The Laptop
The Counselor
Memories
Lurking in Plain Sight
Fantasies
A New Friend
Will He Ever Learn?
GD and Mimi
Loving Life and Living Love
Worlds Collide
43 Strangers
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Everything Changes
Meeting Mickey?
The Real Me
A Lions Heart
I Tell Her
Sugar and Salt
Falling
Climbing
The Ticket
Coming Home
Together
I Cant Choose
Fred and Ginger
Leaving
A Fork in the Road
Confessions
Up, Up and Away
Saying Goodbye
Letting Go
A New Life
Waiting
Acknowledgments
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PROLOGUE
Barney the Dinosaur is on the TV again. I hate Barneyand his
theme tune. Its sung to the tune of Yankee Doodle Dandy.
I watch children hop, skip, and jump into the huge purple
dinosaurs open arms before I look around me at the room. The
children here lie motionless on the floor or slumped in seats. A
strap holds me upright in my wheelchair. My body, like theirs, is
a prison that I cant escape: when I try to speak, Im silent; when
I will my arm to move, it stays still.
There is just one difference between me and these children:
my mind leaps and swoops, turns cartwheels, and somersaults as
it tries to break free of its confines, conjuring a lightning flash
of glorious color in a world of grey. But no one knows because I
cant tell them. They think Im an empty shell, which is why Ive
been sitting here listening to Barney or The Lion King day in, day
out for the past nine years, and just when I thought it couldnt
get any worse, Teletubbies came along.
Im twenty-five years old, but my memories of the past only
begin from the moment I started to come back to life from wherever Id been lost. It was like seeing flashes of light in the darkness
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Ghost Boy
as I heard people talking about my sixteenth birthday and wondering whether to shave the stubble on my chin. It scared me to
listen to what was being said because, although I had no memories or sense of a past, I was sure I was a child and the voices were
speaking about a soon-to-be man. Then I slowly realized it was
me they were discussing, even as I began to understand that I
had a mother and father, brother and sister I saw at the end of
every day.
Have you ever seen one of those movies in which someone
wakes up as a ghost but they dont know theyve died? Thats how
it was, as I realized people were looking through and around
me, and I didnt understand why. However much I tried to beg
and plead, shout and scream, I couldnt make them notice me.
My mind was trapped inside a useless body, my arms and legs
werent mine to control, and my voice was mute. I couldnt make
a sign or a sound to let anyone know Id become aware again. I
was invisiblethe ghost boy.
So I learned to carry my secret and became a silent witness
to the world around me as my life passed by in a succession of
identical days. Nine years have passed since I became aware once
more, and during that time Ive escaped using the only thing I
havemy mindand explored everything from the black abyss
of despair to the psychedelic landscape of fantasy.
Thats how things were until I met Virna, and now she
alone suspects theres an active consciousness hidden inside me.
Virna believes I understand more than anyone thinks possible.
She wants me to prove it tomorrow when Im tested at a clinic
specializing in giving the silent a voice, helping everyonefrom
those with Down syndrome and autism to brain tumors or stroke
damageto communicate.
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COUNTING TIME
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Counting Time
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