Innovations are in my soul
One rainy evening I was looking for place to dry myself when suddenly run on an old-fashion café with one lonely soul sitting there. He seemed very upset but yet willing to talk. He said that recently he spent most of his time in that twilight place starving for a true talk, real communication. People either look into the screen of devices, or are that busy inside their schedules, plans and reminders, that he is not sure where they are still are able to be present in a present at least for few minutes. In addition he got to know that this café will be demolished soon. “No!” - I exclaimed in an embarrassment - “I would not let them destroy this authentic place! I will make it public! I will raise funds!” I was typing to my friend journalist when I heard a sound of something stretching and then loudly releasing, the splash of light dazzled me. When my eyes got used back to the dim, I saw the soul torn into pieces. So I run to a doctor with these odds and ends urging to fix things. “In this century of new technologies and 3-D printing” - the doctor said - “you’d better bring him to tailors. You can’t imagine what amazing things they can do. Amazing, believe me!”