A hundred years ago today

the Apache military leader, Geronimo, died of pneumonia as a wasr prisoner in Oklahoma. I am not very familiar with Indian customs and traditions. I can only remember how they helped our funding fathers in Massachussetts, gave them food and drinks and that way managed to survive the rest of that cold winter of 1620.

Indians were kind to us and we kind of shared the land with them. I remember they were not very happy with our presence sometimes, and it was diffiuclt for them to understand the real value of things. The Mohawk and other Algonquines were good negociators, but in general they were difficult to deal with.

Anyway, this Geronimo seems to have been a hard type. He fought both Mexican and American soldiers for years and years. More than 5000 soldiers chased his gruop, and they finally caught them they discovered an army of 16 Indian warriors, 12 women and 6 children. He might have had magic powers indeed.



He was buried at Fort Sill (Oklahoma), and in 1918 his tomb was stolen. The thiefs took Geronimo's skull and some bones. One of the three thiefs was the grandfather of George W. Bush, who took the bones to the headquarters of Yale's secret society Skull and Bones.

So after all everything is connected and related. Present, past and future dance in circles and exchange places unexpectedly. Then again, I am living proof of that fact.

Carpe Noctum!