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Not in my shoes
By Tarek von Bergmann


Bright light. I suddenly recognize this distinctive sound of a ringing mobile phone. I never liked that stupid ring tone
anyway. Which that knowledge in the back of my mind I just realize that very minute, that I'm actually wide awake.
It's strange, not that I have been sleeping or maybe dreaming a minute ago, I don't know what happen shortly
before that minute. Very wired!
In this strange state of realization I noticed the busy noise of an urban street life all around me. There is the engine
sound of a buss right next to me, the characteristic sound of cars in a stop-and-go motion, an uncountable number
of people rushing in a quick pace on the sidewalk. The whole place is cramped with voices, shouting, phone-
conservations, the honks of annoyed car drivers.

 

 

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Last updated:  13 Juni 2008 19:16