Nedava to velmi zmysel. Nech sa na to pozriem z akejkolvek strany a polhadu, moj rozum na to nie je usposobeny. Inac povedane, brain damage mi to neumoznuje. Mozno keby som tomu dal rok-dva a casto si to omielal v mysli tak na nieco pridem. Zatial...
Aby som tu myslienku prebil, idem sa prejst dole do obchodu. V kuchyni ma otec nove lieky. Na jednom je nieco co vyzera ako bosanska vlajka. Aj ked to vyzera na druhy pohlad ako anarchisticka ukrajinska vlajka. Nestor, likesay... Idem do toho obchodu, lebo ani toto mi nedava nijaky zmysel.
Cestou do obchodu vidim na kopci oproti kostol, To je podnet k mojej umelo vykonstruovanej nenavisti voci moslimom. "Like the priest that fucks you as he whispers holy things" Tiez je to homofobny gej, tak ako som ja raz konvertoval, potom som sa stal agnostikom a blabla...
Idem po tie cigy a kolu. Pred kostolom ktory neni na opacnom kopci sa hraju decka s loptou a dava na nich pozor asi dvojmetrovy cernoch. Ako okolo nich prechadzam dozor pozera na mna a ja na neho. Prehovori hlasom aky si setrim v mojich predstavach na anjelov. Tych s palickou medzi kridelkami...
"Hi". Dve najkrajsie hlasky, ktore mozete dat cuzdincovi...
"Hello there." Usmejeme sa na seba... Usmejem sa aj na deti a jeden z nich do mna kopne loptou. Nie ku mne ale do mna. Zacne ho to bavit a chce to zopakovat. Krpec je biely a trepe nieco po slovensky tak anglicka received prononciation miesana s anglictinou, ktoru sa plebej ako ja musi ucit z montyho pythona, je nateraz zbytocna.
"Jeb na to kokotko"
10 rocne okolie zhikne lebo som povedal no no vyraz, dokonca aj dvojmetrak vie, ze toto bol ten one step beyond...
"Sorry it slipped right of my mouth"
"I mean, those are children so be aware of what you say"
"my bad...Anyway, how come you play in front of a sanctuary? people go there for other purposes..."
"see this is not my belief and the playground over there, these guys were smoking pot so we went elsewhere..."
"righto,"
"...and it is not my sanctuary so I dont have moral objections. God wants us to play so we play here..."
-god wants us to play-, wasever my dear freund
Potom mi to trkne...
"What is your name?" prerusi ma...
"They call me Francuz which is French in slovak"
"French? a bit strange... You go to the grocery for some wine and bread?"
"Well the church is closed so..."
Zasmejeme sa spolocne. Neni to ten sileny servilny humor, ktorym sa ludia zoznamuju a prelamuju lady. Ideme dalej...
"So I guess your name is Malcolm..."
Nateraz-Malcom sa rozrehoce na plne kolecko, skoda len ze desatrocni su scooby'd tak to uhravam do autu...
"My name is Chad..."
"See Chad, it is a pleasure to talk to you but I am in a bit of a hurry so I better nash... Sorry for the blasphemy"
"It is not called blasphemy, it is called swearing"
"Yeah, defo, take care"
Zvoni telefon. Mates...
"Dostav sa do krcmy," a zlozi...
"Bye Chad"
"Bye French."