walk, walk around the town, down to where the Fridays for Future kids are putting up their stand. The kids seem to have put their parents in place, the people at the stand appear to all be older. Funny business, really. There is almost the impression that the children have lost interest.
The kids are collecting cigarette butts from the street and putting them into dog poo bags. This is worrying, cigarette butts are dirty and do not look nice, but they do not stick to your feet and smell overpoweringly bad. A drive for urban cleanliness seems to be going over the top. It is early, and there are not that many people about yet. It is unclear what the Fridays for Future movement has to do with individuals dropping their cigarette butts on the street. The comparison with dog shit is also unclear.
It is still cold, carry on walking aroung the town, there is the café.
Go in, order a cup of coffee, write name, time, and telepone number on the list, and sit down with a cup of plain coffee and a sweet cake. Read a novel on the smart phone.
There is another depression coming on, perhaps it would be good to run in panic. Perhaps that would be a bad idea. all these perhapsicles
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