On the second walk today, walk down by the river, on the side of the cycle paths. There are many wide-tired electric bicycles under way, speeding along with minimal effort on the part of their riders. It is a hot day, and after two thousand steps find a park bench to sit upon, facing away from the river.
The shopping Saturday is coming to an end, and the parking lot between the town and the river is steadily. becoming empty of parked cars.
A man sits down on the opposite end of the park bench, an older man who wants to talk. He chats about his farmyard, a sizeable enterprise outside town. He talks about his father, who died young. His father was seriously wounded in Charkov, and they managed to patch him up again, and he became a successful farmer. Then he died of bowel cancer at fifty-six years of age.
The conversation went on to the man's new tractor. A machine that had cost one hundred and eighty thousand Euros, and is capable of steering itself over the fields. Chat about the advancement of science, and all those novel methods in agriculture.
Finally talk about the weather.
And on the way back home think of the friendly farmer
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