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  • I remember time when my whole world fitted into a hand net.

    Little fish, stones, clams, feathers. Precious jewels, in other words glass shards that were rounded by waves. Nothing else mattered.

    After my childhood the world of children has been conquered by computers, mobile phones, iPads and satellite TV channels. There was only one asphalt road in my home town when I was a child, now asphalt covers everything, there’s only one sand road left.

    There were dozens of phone lines hanging up in the air in my neighbourhood and hundreds of swallows sitting and chirping on them. There are no phone lines in air any more, just cables dug deep into earth. No wonder swallows have to fly around all the time nowadays, they have no place to sit and rest. Hurry up, you heavenly creatures. No coffee breaks for you, anymore.

    Yesterday I saw a boy with a hand net in San Sebastian. His whole world fitted into a hand net.

    It calms my soul to see some things don’t change in our frenetic, everchanging world.
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