One Sunday afternoon, she took out her .22 long rifle pistol and lodged a bullet in her temple.

The bullet barely pierced the skull, an error in powder dosage.

The brain-damaged suicide, survived, locked in her copper electrodes

and was an attraction for many years in a small Canadian circus.

When she created LISA PUNG with CHÖD, she took on the role of storyteller.

The storyteller told her marvelous tales to the depressed artists.

She knew how to improvise them for each of the souls to whom she intended them.

In exchange, he was given the mechanism of the little music box

which relieved his unbearable headaches.

Since then, the storyteller has stopped morphine

and always tells beautiful and crystal clear stories again and again.

She never wanted to kill herself again, they say!