The things I have seen these days
Spring in the fields, sun in the sky.
A guy crying. He’s paralyzed from the neck down and he’s recently started to move his legs and regained touch on his arms. He’d need a stem cell operation he cannot possibly afford.
More than three dogs the very moment they were shitting. I wondered if it was some kind of sign.
A paraplegic with a light mental handicap. He would answer yes and no to the same question repeated within seconds, wearing the same facial expression.
A social housing meters away from the more opulent spa resort.
More sun and wind.
A beginner driver’s car that made me think both “Start small” and “Start big”. Either way, think pink.
A clouds factory.
A syphilitic, her father, her daughter, her daughter’s baby. We shook hands.
The sheer poverty behind the rich villas.
The best sarmale. I ate those.
A small ginger bread like house in the field. There was no running water, no electricity, and no fence, but the garden was minutely cared for and the home, although squicky poor, was also squicky clean. The women smiled and her face radiated.
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