You did not kill the fish only to keep alive and to sell for food. You killed him for pride and because you are a fisherman. You loved him when he was alive and you loved him after. If you love him, it is not a sin to kill him. Or is it more?
If the others heard me talking out loud they would think that I am crazy. But since I am not crazy, I do not care.
Every day is a new day. It is better to be lucky. But I would rather be exact. Then when luck comes you are ready.
You’re an expatriate. You’ve lost touch with the soil. You get precious. Fake European standards have ruined you. You drink yourself to death. You become obsessed by sex. You spend all your time talking, not working. You are an expatriate, see? You hang around café s.