Today I bought a sink. Now that's something I never thought I would say, but here I am. When I moved in this place I knew there were lots of improvements to be made before I'd feel entirely comfortable. Bathroom equipment was one of them. Is one of them, actually, because the toilet and the sink are still all there is and I'd like to have a rack for towels one day, perhaps even a cabinet.
I'm currently reading a book by a writer who spent some years in Paris and London before he became famous. He talks about his life in poverty, about getting by with six francs a day. It made me think about my own monetary situation. I wouldn't say I live in poverty, I have plenty of food to eat and clothes to wear, but I'm not exactly leading a luxurious life, either. Or maybe I am, I don't know.
I guess it depends on the standard you're thinking in. That again makes me think. I recently read an article about a photographer who shot a series called "Children in their Bedrooms". It showed, amongst others, a six year-old girl who lived like a princess, next to a ten year-old boy who had to fight for a spot on the dirt ground. In that respect I think I do live in luxury. I even have my own sink.
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