.:.Callitoes Collectanea.:.

I had had so much fun… Like the other days: with the Erasmus people and some nice others… And then, I went to see those flowers he had told me about -they were beautiful indeed- and when I turned to start my way back home and took my mobile phone to check the time, a bl**dy &%&$% petty thief in a bicycle took it out of my hands…

I ran like mad after him for almost a minute begging him in Polish, English, Spanish and even Italian to give it back to me, but he was a brainless young devil and didn’t give a damn to what I was shouting at him…

There were a few other people in the street too, but they didn’t seem to give a damn either…

There was a moment in which I broke and started crying…

I know, it’s just a stupid phone that only contained my over 100 people contact list, my watch, my alarm clock and that was associated to a telephone number I’ve had since 1996, what’s that if you compare it with current world issues? But yes, I cried… It might have been because I felt it as the straw which broke the camel’s back, and in that instant I felt really, really, I mean really miserable… One of “those” moments, yes…

Now everything with my mobile phone is cancelled, so no wonder if you don’t receive an answer if you try to reach me using that way.

(Stupid guy, it wasn’t even one of those bl**dy trendy phones…)

Whatever: I’m getting over it rather quickly, I think.

Anyway, I must thank that someone who let me use his phone later to call home in order to cancel my account, because he was also the one who had talked to me about those flowers…
And I found them really beautiful indeed…

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2 Responses to “THE BL**DY ANECDOTE”

# Ivaon 19 Abr 2005 at 13:22

Which flowers? I haven’t known the full story until now, it saddens me even more:(
# Calítoe.:.on 20 Abr 2005 at 11:55

I’m sorry, I was being cryptic just for the sake of it :p.
Here’s the explanation: *Someone* had talked to me about a kind of beautiful flowers that were growing next to the rectorat building of one of Lódz universities, so after the party I went there to see them, and just when I was feeling one of the happiest moments in my life… There. The thief. In a bycycle… It seems that nothing can be perfect, but oh well.