night in California

It got dark – I was taking a walk with an Italian lady, her name is Andreana, she is sitting in the seshin, meditating most of these days. She is a very funny person. I really enjoy to hear her stories because to hear them in her native Italian language adds a certain “fire” – a special expression to everything she says. To hear her in English gets rather boring. She is an English teacher in Italy. She came to meditate here in California – it’s her vacations. She is having some troubles with food so that she asked me to get her some corn cake and bread. Nobody should know about this “food dealing”- as if we were drug dealers hiding from the police. She is only supposed to eat what is served in the zendo. I get fun that way. They are not supposed to talk either. So we walked away and she smoked a cigarette and talked to me (almost whispering). ” you know” she said “when we are in the meditation hall, and we have the meal, I have “J” right in front of me and she has a certain posture, as if she is looking down on me. Arrogant.