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  • I have always been interested in professions that don't exist anymore. In times before electricity there was need for lamplighters in towns. When sun set down lamplighters walked around town and lit street lamps one by one armed only with a long pole (to reach high) and a torch at the end of the pole.

    When I was a child I saw some dreams about White Lamplighters who spread light to the dark alleys. And some nightmares about so called Black Lamplighters who walked around towns and turned white circles of light to charcoal black so that towns were covered with eternal darkness. No daylight anymore. Just black, black, black.

    Those Black Lamplighters of my dreams were armed with a ladder, a paintbrush and black paint. With paintbrush they painted all the light of the world to blackness.

    I was somewhat scared when I met real Black Lamplighter with his ladder this summer. I tried to convince myself that he was only painting the lamppost, not the light it spread. He looked just the same as Black Lamplighters in my childhood dreams. With his ladder, black paint and paintbrush.

    The lamp that he painted with black was in Guernica, Basque town that got bombed to the ground in 1937. I told about bombing of Guernica and Picasso's painting in this story.

    Now I wonder are my other childhood dreams coming true one by one. Those would be great where I fly with my wings over forests and lakes and mountains. But please let those not come true where I fall and fall and fall.
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