Saturday, 5 September 2015

The reenactment of deadly games of long ago.

cocks crow early, earlier than the sun is up, They are all distant, and they all have different voices. Are they calling to each other, those Croation fowl? Or are they warning the other one to keep clear of its territory? Or are they just rousing their hen flock to the days work.
The first aircraft leave the airport, taking holiday makers home, back to their work and their office.
The traffic noise from the nearby road is getting louder, cars and trucks. It is ten past six in the e morning. There is just the dawning of the day visible, before sunrise, a black and white cat runs across the orchard in front of the balcony as another jet aircraft passes overhead.

and the cocks never stop crowing here, The shrill one, the slow one, apparently answering one another, loud animals.
These are holidays, gaining distance to everyday work and duties. And most of the people seem to be taking their everyday work on their vacations, and they cannot leave their behaviour behind either.

Gladiators for the tourists last night, reenacting the games from as in roman times in the ruins of the amphitheater in the middle of town.


The reenactment of deadly games of long ago.

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