What follows is my translation of Miguel Serrano's memorial of his last encounter with Carl Jung; the article was originally published in Spanish in El Mercurio, Santiago, Chile, on 16 July 1961, and again on 12 January 2002.
Last Encounter with Carl Jung
by Miguel Serrano
(Translated by Alex Kurtagic)
It’s six in the morning, 8 June. I open the doors to my room in New Delhi—doors which open to a small white terrace, already fulgurating with sunlight. The tremendous June heat starts early in the day. I am partially naked and in a moment I will begin my yogic exercises of sun adoration, “Suryanamaskar”. The trees’ incredible verdure, even in this weather, and the birdsong of infinity, greet me. A servant, who is from around these parts, approaches me with that measured step of the Indians and says to me, “Salam, Sahib.” It’s his respectful greeting. He hands me a piece of paper. It’s a telegram. I open it without hurry, almost absent-mindedly. I see that it comes from Zurich and it surprises me that this is the case. I begin reading and I am perplexed. The telegram reads as follows: “Dr. Jung died peacefully yesterday at noon. Best wishes.” It is signed by Beiley and Jaffe: the young lady that kept him company, who walked him home—an extraordinary woman—; and his private secretary, a Swiss citizen.