Summer of the Mad Monk

The summer of a crazy monk was 1936. Philip Taylor is a 12 - year - old imaginative boy. He lives on a farm outside the town of Alberta, Delia, but their farms are suffering and their lives are painful for the Great Depression. As long as they remember, they live in poverty, so as well as many other boys, they must be creative and imaginative. The school is about to end, and he and his best friend Digger have nothing to look forward to. The minger 's father was aware that he got old on the boy to work, 22 because he had curved buckets.

Around 1565, a crazy alchemist Rudolf signed a contract with a black monk and added a book of crazy monk Herman to his personal library. So, of course, Rudolph II eventually had magnificent religious artifacts that were once called the eighth wonders of the world. Shortly afterwards, an eccentric crazy alchemist was cursed by the manuscript and retired at his castle that was completely occupied by the spirit of the hermit. Eventually the monarch 's family was forced to drive him out of the throne.

The paper of last year is imminent. We surround the deadline from the four corners. There is only one thing to do in every madness and summer sun ... Escape from insanity! There are other ways to do this. As usual "party & dance party", "Let's use all the money we have saved so far to enjoy food" or ... We will travel to Rishikesh (Uttar Pradesh, India) It seems that you always encounter some trouble or something else. So I decided to improvise. One evening, six of us arrived at the Kashmiribas stop in Delhi, packing luggage. In a package of several people for six people, I decided to use Amritsar (Pun India) as my final destination.

While TGD celebrates this summer for five years, I have rethinked why I started this project. I want to remember Keroewac's words. "For me, only one person is a crazy, crazy life, crazy talk, salvation crazy, and a longing to all things, never talking about yawning and normal things, but burning Burn and burn like a wonderful yellow Roman candle like a spider exploding in the starry sky, in the middle you will see the blue central light flow, everyone will go "Awww! "What I recently read, Bukowski," the only writer written in Zen is those who have to write to get angry. "

I am talking about real super priest superheroes who do genuine monks such as God praying for putting bad guys in their heads and putting their hair on fire. Alternatively, the monks can sing Gregorian poetry with their ears until they get angry and give up on anger. Apartments do not have apes, dogs, or casual women's friends. And their monthly salary is several times higher than the monthly salary they bring to their homes. Anyway, my secret is that at some point I would like to be a priest, not a clothing or a superhero because they have time to read and think. I like to read and think, but our daily hamster wheels do not have enough time to do this. I am imprisoned for the same reason and I can read it all day, so I also have a strange thought process. I have never shared this with my parents, I think they are reading their chicken salad, but you got that idea.