Tag 661, Smardan Rumänien / Lebendig Aufgefressen

If I kill thousands of mosquitoes, I'll have to be reborn thousands of times in my next life, as a mosquito. And somewhere out there, the universe is keeping a tally. I'm under no illusions: Every mosquito I swat is a debt I'll eventually repay. Not in euros. Not in apologies. In itching. In sleepless nights. In that high-pitched, barely audible buzzing at 2 a.m. that ruins every attempt at meditation. The funny thing is: Tonight I'm the victim. Tomorrow I'm the perpetrator. The day after, the victim again. We go around in circles, the mosquitoes and I. A millennia-old cycle of blood, revenge, and antihistamines. Buddhism calls it Samsara. I call it summer in Romania. Someday I'll be enlightened. Until then, I'll sleep under a net, pray to no particular god, and hope that mosquito karma can be paid off in installments. youtube code WKKIJXOFFXVVUQJ7