December 06, 2005

Catalyst

It was snowing outside. The snow on the ground would glitter with every step I made. There was a minor gap between me and another person sharing a three-seats bench on a tube train. A fit athlete would fit in just fine. We arrived at a busy station. Two Russian madams walked in carrying their thick crocodile leather bags, wrapped in furry shubas (coats) made of squirrels and minxes. All the money in the world wouldn’t buy them the one thing they really needed – a remotely womanly body that did not resemble a barrel. Nevertheless, one of the madams had the confidence to try and squeeze her grand body into what now seemed a rather tiny gap. She turned her gigantic furry arse (that should be respected just for the sizes of it) and started to bend her knees attempting to touch the seat with her bum. And she sat, firmly. And there was only one problem – she was squeezing me so hard I couldn’t breathe. And there I was, philosophising about the meaning of life and put face to face with the harsh reality of the beefy lady squeezing the very life out of me, together with all the meaning there was to it. She is the reason I still haven’t figured the meaning of it.

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  1. Durnovo

    OK I can guess what a Shuba looks like but what do you call those lovely furry hats.

    You should see my beard atm, I've gone from Jesus to Cossack but will be shaving soon, hopefully leaving a nicely-trimmed Goatee.

    But yes, I want a furry hat. And maybe I'll get myself one of those old blue/grey Soviet Trenchcoats. And a ceremonial saber.

    Come to think of it I've thought recently of having a set of clothes made up for me – thick, black silk robes with hand-embroidered golden dragons on the front and maybe some parchment/fan pockets on the insides of the sleeves. I think Daoists are a bit nutty but the yin-yang symbol is pretty cool. Maybe have that embroidered on the back. Then tie up my hair into a bun and walk through Nanjing Lu with an old Chinese sword looking like a crazy bastard.

    /randomness

    13 Dec 2005, 07:34


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