He heard the young couple discussing about iOS or Android was the best when it came to safety and App-availability, and he heard one say that SMS was coming out in favor of snap chat.
He saw the old lady with the walker and her crooked legs dragging her goods from the supermarket, and she should apparently bring it all home with the bus. Her thoughts could have been:
“I wonder if the mailman comes today?”
She probably can’t figure out electronic communication, so words like E-Post, Homebanking and Internet violates her, the arthritis plagues her all the time, and the laundry room is modernized. You can’t use coins more but use a card. She can’t really remember how to book a washing machine, or understand how to get it started. She misses her late husband and mutters:
“It will fortunately end some day.”
The world has outstripped her at high speed, as fast as you can send a text message. But her pace has not changed in the same direction, and her face is painted sad.
He also saw the little boy standing alone in the school shelter pulled up against the wall while he watched the others’ intense play. He had refused to pee in Lisa’s thermos Bottle, so now he could not attend. He was too different, and thought he was something. It hurt in his heart and stomach day and night. Perhaps he was thinking:
“I wish I had a little dog I could attach myself to.”
In nature’s secret workshop is worked around the clock. The seasons must be thoroughly prepared, that‘s how it is, and it makes every completed season realize that nothing lasts forever.
The lapwing does not think of other countries or yearns, but when the sundial beats springtime, it finds fast passport and tickets, because it must, and because it is how it is.
Meanwhile are screaming seagulls, behaving demanding and greedy. They want it all for themselves. They are not minded to share even slightly residues with each other. But that’s, as far as they know, how it is.
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