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  • I was doing my morning run, it's February at 7am outside. There are a few ducks and storks, some dog walkers and myself half awake, absorbed by the music in my headset.

    Suddenly, I see that flashy green wonderful parrot passing by and stopping on the ground. He's on his own. I stopped, shocked, it's Amsterdam in winter and these are supposed to come always by two! I feel so sorry for that little thing starring at me. I realise that there is nothing I can do to help, it must have escaped from some cage. He's going to die. No iPhone can help. A few seconds later he is gone. I go back to my run, wondering if sometimes we don't all feel too colourful to be in the right place...

    Three weeks later, back to my morning run in the Vondel Park, looking for birds and flowers to make me feel good. Amazed to see spring slowly arriving one day at a time.

    Suddenly, here there are. A tree full of lovebirds above my head, I smile. He didn't die! He's not alone!! I concluded thinking that even if you look like being in the wrong place sometimes you will always end-up finding your peers, that making anyplace on earth appropriate for you to be.

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