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Well,
hm.
ermm..

Gotta close this window. Damn! When I did it, a sparrow smashed in it and fell down.. 5 floors. It looks fine now.. Guess it will fly away in some minutes. Where was I?... Oh, yeah - the sunflowers, the reasons, the blame, the.. WTF? Is this a cat?? Damn you, stupid animal! NOOOO!!!

Another headless sparrow. I hate when this happens.

People are amongst those funny creatures that still think that coincidences exist. They even have that funny word they made for calming their troubled mind - the one meaning 'a striking occurrence of two or more events at one time apparently by mere chance'.

I was using a stinky train to get from A to B through Y. Y is a region in Bulgaria where people still live in small villages and do all sorts of interesting things without computers. I love this kind of life. People in the big cities don't have lives - they build lifestyles.. i.e. if you have an electronic gadget in your hand and talk to yourself, wear a square bag and clothes that make 3/4 of the big city's population look the same, fill your pockets with dirty paperclips in order to be able to trade them for goods, stand in a small room the whole day and then go to bigger rooms to find a fcuk - this certainly means that you have an advanced lifestyle. Or, simply put - style. So long for the two archetypes (I don't need to describe the first one, because it's just natural and every inhabitant on this planet is supposed to be able to imagine and manage it).
Back to the train.
There was an interesting old woman from the Y-region and she was seating in front of me. I was looking through the window, trying to think about something, but it just couldn't happen. Suddenly the woman's bag fell on her head. I immediately jumped up to help the woman. She turned her sadly tired eyes to me and said 'Don't worry, young man. I guess it's just meant to be like this.'

Aside the reasons, when I look at what's left of the poor little birdie, a very unpleasant memory grew in my mind. Little girl, grandma, birdie, cat. The cat attacks. Grandma, who is about 2 meters away from the scene, grabs the kiddo and yells - 'Look, look - what did that pussy do to the sparrow? Aw, let's see what will happen next!'.

I don't know much about reasons. I'm not even reasonable. But i know, that what/who/when-ever you blame on - it's pointless....

Here's that dizziness again.
Damn. I was lying on my hand.. I hate waking up in such condition...