Aworke after a deep sleep, not understanding what had happened. Till now, surely awakening had been difficult, unpleasant, awakening to a tired feeling that sleep had not taken place, It is different today.
Make breakfast in the silent house. It is late, it is nine in the morning. Check the messages, there is the promised one from the son. It contains a scan of his written permission for the post office to hand out his parcel. First, have breakfast and read the news. American law officials may now shoot people with impunity. That is what their president says, and he presumes a divine right to do as he pleases.
Well, if that is what the faithful wanted, they should now be happy.
Make a print of the sons permit and go to the post office. They take one look at the items and demand identification and then hand over the parcel. That is all.
Return home, prepare the items for the photographic experiments due to take place over the weekend and for the coming weuek. There are worries over the security in the artist's studio, but it will become necessary to take the risk.
Read the news again, it seems as if humanity has not changed much in the last few thousand years. Drink another espresso. The machine is now working properly again.
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