Things are going pretty well so far. Today is my sixth day in London and I managed to get a roof over my head, an idea of my neighborhood and a classic bank account. I also learned how to use the automated cashier mashine in the supermarket, which I'm not sure I like, because you have to do the job for free, that some other people would be happy to get payed for. And the stuff you're buying isn't getting any cheaper, so all they do is earn the people who run the place even more money.
The other day I was walking from Holborn Station to Goodgestreet when I heard a very familiar sound. It was the sound of a skateboard. I looked around and saw a woman dragging a heavy-looking carrier bag behind her. Sometimes the sound of the wheels resembles that of a rolling skateboard and when I'm deprived of that joy I tend to look for it with my ears. Hallucinations of that kind are quite common. Highly disappointed I walked on. Soon after that I passed a quiet alleyway and boom! I was right. There was a bunch of skaters messing around with their tools of creativity.
I couldn't help but stop and watch for a while. Of course I didn't ask any one of them if I could skate a little. I can see how that would make sense, say, to charge up my skate batteries and get that nervous tickling out of my feet. But no, I didn't. Because everybody's board is different and it would have felt awkward. And also because it would have reminded me of my own board, that beautiful setup I used to take for a ride every now and then. Such a beauty. I will soon join forces with it again, so I decided to walk on and wait just a little longer.
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