Well, well.
This is how it goes. But I’m not gonna give up. I am not giving up this blog.
People who tell me ‘It was fun reading your stuff’ should hold their breath and
put their glasses on, ‘cause this ain’t over. They should type in this
ambitious, postcolonial and slightly ambiguous theme: marginal man – a woman in
between in their mobiles, laptops, iPads and other electronic devices I can’t
think of at the moment.
Plus,
whenever I hear that phrase it is obviously clear that they weren’t my true
readers. Because then they would have known. Known the truth about this next
series/season/chapter of this blog.
So making
the blog as a topic in the blog and mentioning that is not making this
interesting. So I have come up with a nice anecdote from my lovely café with
the long-legged hedonistic existentialistic wannabe dandy.
As I was
sitting there at a table, reading in my lunch break from work, the
‘philosopher’ wasn’t there. I was quite glad, because I slightly have the feeling
that he always recognises me when coming now and then to the café. The bench at
the back, which is his hunting ground, was packed with fresh pensioners. Not the
young, unable-to-work types, but the ‘I am now a pensioner and the world stands
now open for me, I can finally do whatever I want’ types (they made it this far
and are still naïve). Sitting there with their newly bought electronic devices,
because now they have the time to understand this Internet thing. Oh yeah, they
are all male and dressed in muted colours.
While
reading Heinrich Böll (I know, a bit too serious and disturbing for a light
lunch) the hedonist came in. I looked up and then tried to hide very quickly
behind my book. Not very successfully because it’s a paperback. But, fortunately,
he passed my table because he was focussed on the back. He stopped in the
middle of the café and said loudly: “Here we are now, all assembled. What a
nice companionship”.
Oh boy. Who
is mocking freelancers working in cafés? This is worse. Imagine a start-up-founder
entering a café and saying that. You know what people would say? “Shut up
hipster and go get a real job!”
So I say: “Shut
up pensioner and go feed the pigeons.”
