my father was a strong, assertive, curious, distant, concise, calculated and cold man (except towards my mother). When he came back to life, he was both present and absent at the same time. He was quiet, sensitive and much older looking. In the five years remaining until his second and final death, he was dependent and useless, and at the same time he was also tender and empathetic, devoid of ego and nonjudgmental, free and even quite easily reduced to tears. It was hard for his immediate surroundings to accept this change, but for me it was like meeting him anew. We flew kites took photographs, painted, got drunk, swam in the sea and went out to the meadow to graze together.