It’s a grey Sunday morning again.
Pepe’s whining, Arturo’s caughing for his ashtma, Asia’s scared by the hair dryer noise, Alice’s sleeping, Tobia’s lost in his thoughts, so everything is as it usually is…except for parrots that are interestingly silent.
What about me? It’s a difficult question these days. I have finished a book I really loved “Kafka on the shore” by Haruki Murakami. Sometimes it happens to read the right book at the right time, and to find answers to questions floating in your head. I can’t say the book I am reading now is as much interesting and illuminating…so I’m guessing how wonderful it would be to be able to ALWAYS pick up just the “right” book at the bookstore…no more waste of time, no more that “so what?” feeling, no more sadness because a tree died for “…these books [that] have nothing to say”, no more that regrettable “Fahrenheit 451” impulse to phisically burn that awful book…”We must burn the books, Montag“!
So, inventors all over the world, please, can you do anything to solve my situation?
Another friend of the Zoo decided to take a picture for us, to show her appretiation and attention to our little hearts’ happiness. Thank you Ewa!