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02 November 2006 @ 10:00 pm
...for a seller of stoves  
Today we bought a new stove (to replace the waterlogged old one) from a man selling all sorts of electrical items out of a shop on Belleville. I entered with a rose, and was immediately transfixed by a wall of televisions broadcasting video-clips of East-European pop ballads - all close-ups of teeth, doves and hair in slow motion. But I snapped out of my reverie in time to take the stove from the salesman: it was the display item that he sold us, wrapped in nothing more than an oversized plastic bag. Our hands fumbled over themselves as he passed on the bag. Then, when the transaction was over, I gave the man a rose. At that moment a little person who had been hovering beside the counter burst into shrill laughter that kept reverberating as we walked out of the store.
 
 
 
katescorner on November 2nd, 2006 06:03 pm (UTC)
Your accounts are always so lyrical. It's easy to imagine standing in the background, watching the scene. I'm so glad that your journal was spotlighted. Sometimes people really need that spark of joy.



"Every life, every person is a miracle that changes the world."
thiel on November 2nd, 2006 06:22 pm (UTC)
Thank you, warmly, for these very encouraging words. I'm so pleased to hear that you're enjoying my project, and my account of it.