December 13, 2011 by galudwig
I sometimes take notes on my mobile phone of strange things that happen around me. Here is a short story based on such notes from a month or so ago.
At the airport. Have to go to the toilet.
I find a public restroom and choose one of the two urinals. The other one is being used by a middle-aged man. He sighs deeply. I try to ignore this and concentrate on peeing. He sighs again. He zips up slowly. He mumbles, softly and sadly, but loud enough for me to hear, “it’s always the same..“. He leaves the restroom without washing his hands and leaves me standing there, organ in hand, in utter disbelief.
What is always the same? I will never know for sure. But somehow, I feel I do. I felt his pain, then and there, and feel it, here and now, and forever. It is always the same..