‘Hiking shoes…gloves…beanies…OBS…scarves…miffs…’ ‘Miffs…? You’re not going to Canada mother…only to…’ I laughed. I turned over and closed my eyes.
Holidays…mmm…reshuffling, reshaping, re…mmm…re…re…rebirth! Yes, a rebirth of the energies…Nourishment for the soul…! But, sometimes humans return…only to find they’re still married to Betty or Bob…they still have the same boss…the bank still has their phone number…they still have rent to pay and children to raise…they still have car guards to tip and washing to do…
‘Ben…Ben…wake up…you’re having a nightmare…?’ I opened my eyes. ‘What…? No, no Lukas… Just thinking about holidays and holy days…’ ‘Holidays and Holy days…Huh…?’ ‘Yes, no difference there…humans expect miracles from both…’ ‘Miracles…?’ ‘Lukas…if only humans would understand the miracle of…’ ‘Guys come…grann has baked a …’