Chapter 6: Rising in Love
In the new commune it will be good to have small communities, separate communities, of Italians, Polacks, of Germans.. There will be a few difficulties.
Gayan wrote to me this morning saying, “Osho, you may not be aware, but now I have to tell you that I am half Italian - the fault was my father’s, he was Italian - and half German; that fault is my mother’s, she was German.”
There will be some difficulty for people like Gayan, but we can make arrangements: they can live on the boundary line, half in the Italian commune and half in the German commune. And I don’t think there will be people who are German and Italian and Polack, all three; that will be difficult, very difficult.
Miss Zabriski walked into a physician’s office and said, “I would like to get a vassilation.”
“Miss,” said the MD, “I think what you are talking about is a vaccination.”
“Yeah,” said the Polish girl, “and I don’t want you to give it to me on my arm because I wear a sleepless nightgown.”
“You mean sleeveless nightgown?”
“And I don’t want it on my thigh because I have a zucchini bathing suit.”
“You mean bikini?”
“And I don’t want you to vaccinate me on my Virginia.”
“You mean vagina?”
“Alright,” shouted the girl. “Virginia, vagina, just as long as I don’t get small cox!”
Enough for today.