Today in the park the old men were playing table tennis. The people walk their dogs in the evening, everyone arm in arm. The dogs all stop to sniff each other but the people walk on by without smiling.
Everyone suffers from something. My friend Paula suffers from cold feet. Lately, I suffer from bad dreams. Last night it woke me up again. Through the window I could see the sky that never changes here: day and night, it is always the same pale gray. I once read somewhere that pain is relative and everyone is allotted only as much suffering as they can carry.
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