Too Many Birthday There was nothing the Chinese specialist could say when pressed as to the cause of my complaint. He shook his head and whispered “Too many birthday.” I went out for a walk beside the bay only to tumble over in a faint. All that the kind Dutch specialist would say was that my heart had stopped, the way a light turns out, before going on to paint a grim scenario: “Too many birthday.” It seemed that something rotten was at play. An artery would not work without a stent was all the Indian specialist could say. Now,…