hanging by the wrong foot...

Can we please go outside, I am sick of playing with the kids who were told too early that they are beautiful and smart and really talented. I would like to play with the kids who are beautiful and smart and really talented and maybe even kind, because all of their superpowers have not yet been turned into a measurable dimension of some personality test. Or maybe they at least do not know that they even could be... "Hello Pigeon. How are you doing pigeon? Why don't you come over pigeon? I would like to tell you something, pigeon?" The girl was waiting for the same train we were waiting for. It was the train to Kraków, we were in Katowice, it was a slightly desaturated, cold morning. The girl was dressed in clothes that seemed to be from a completely different time. I wish I could remember what she was wearing, but I only remember her voice now. And I also remember her guardian. The nun was maybe 24, 25, but who knows. Where one would have usually seen her hair, there was a stiff white insert, shaping the hood of her black habit. "The pigeon will not come to you, because you have no food for it." "Hey there pigeon..." the girl did not want to give up that easily... I do not remember much of that scene, even though it was just four years or so ago... I think it was four years ago, maybe in the summer of 2000? I wish today had been a good day. But I must have not had enough food for the day. Maybe I have not very much food to give in general... now that's an encouraging thought... oh, I don't know....