People like me, who are not unemployed, get end of November a double salary, called ''Christmas Money''. I don't spend this money in the crazy stressing shopping scene, but many people do.
Mima, her student helper and for several hours my little help sell candles, toys, incense. After several hours in this cold fresh air my body feels so tired, that sleep is a must. After 10, 20 minutes I can prepare refreshed our dinner. At 8.00 p.m. Mima comes home exhausted.
Silent I read the thick week end newspaper, the usual sick stories from the local, national, international and global mental hospital. These days tons of rotten corpses are sold as cheap flesh in the super markets. These events repeat from time to time and are known as ''consumer scandals''.
The Gulf Stream, who brings warm water to Europe, looses speed. When this Gulf Stream would change the direction, Europe would change climate dramatically. News of this kind are called ''Climate Catastrophe''.
The rain continues most time of the week end. But this rain doesn't hinder customers to crowd the city of Bamberg and to buy Mima's merchandise.
My pessimistic approach couldn't imagine in these times, when so many people loose their jobs, that Mima can sell successful. Happy and tired we eat our Sunday evening meal, I have cooked again.
After several days Mima enjoys a shower. She needs deep cleaning after her heavy work week in the cold.
My evening entertainment: One thriller in T.V. and my day is done. Still two more of these weeks for Mima in her market hut and we can continue our life together!
The esoteric theoretical approach of wise writers is miles ahead above my poor pig head: Ramana, Jesus, Socrates, Zarathustra, Nietzsche, Marx, Freud, Bhagwan... all these mental giants of history and their living lovers... their thoughts are out of touch in Mima's market and my ordinary working life.
Writer's fantasy and reality in our n0by group gathering enrich my hours tremendously. But basically: everyone lives in his own life labatory, isn't it true?
Get people in groups, who we miss alone? I don't know. Do I care? Does anybody care for anything else but for him/herself?
5.00 a.m. Monday morning: in one hour Mima stands up, breakfast, walk to her garage. We pack parcels, drive to the market. she fills up her Market hut and at 9.00 a.m. first customers come again.
Life flows by in this laboratory. My beard turns into grey, my hairs are falling out. This is the first Christmas Market with Mima's student helper much younger than my little daughter lady. Life in this laboratory runs by.
People get old, do people grow up? Doubts remain. |
Mima, her student helper and for several hours
my little help sell candles, toys, incense.
People get old, do people grow up? Doubts remain.
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