Pizza With All

I may have mentioned here my neighbour, who sits in a wheelchair. Every few months we talk about having a pizza, delivered from the local soccer club’s pub. Monday is pizza day there, and every round flat cake is notably cheaper, delivery in the village included. This Monday they were sold out at 18:00. I decided that we would have the marvellous spciality on Tuesday, simply because we had been talking about this for months, always something came up, and I wanted to put an end to this endless saga of missed opportunities.
So my neighbour phoned for pizze on Tuesday, and it was delivered by the man who always delivers pizze. We had a little chat, I had asked about business. He said that on Monday the pub was allowed to open, they got all permissions and had followed the rules – one single guest showed up. But they were working like madmen with the take away / home delivery.
Then he realy got excited and told me that there is no virus at all. He had worked as cabdriver before the “lockdown”, he had international guests like Chinese, Japanese and other people, no one was sick. He did not get sick, nobody wore masks. Pointing to his homemade device that was dangling around his neck, he said : “This is only for the law.”
There is no virus, and in the end it is a conspiration of “the gouvernments”, worldwide. I looked dumfounded, and he delivered the final blow : They want to get rid of Trump. “Twentyseven hotels and golf courses are closed, they want him to go banquerott !”
Besides this imho fully acceptable endeavour, it is their chance to cement their rule and take away all civil freedoms, because there will be compulsory vaccination soon, and “when you get an injection, you will be chipped like a cat !” I really did not understand what he meant and said so, and he demonstarted to me how this evil operation would happen. He formed his left hand to a fist, showed me where the injection would happen, and slap-bang there is a chip in your body that enables constant surveillance. He litterally crouched himself down to the ground and gesticulated upwards to show me how “they” would watch over him. But of course, novody will chip him ! He will rip this demonish artifact out of his body, it may be as payneful as it may be, but he will pay this price for his freedom.
I did not ask for further details. These were enlightening five minutes before my neighbour’s door, thankfully no reptiloids involved.
It was my first encounter with a full grown man, who believes seriously in these phantastic theories. I am still baffled.

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Sunday Music

And so we slowly crawl back to the new normal. I had forgotten how tiring driving could be, but the new-old routine sets in. Other lock-down rules changed – and promptly people got infected in restaurants and churches – fifty here, hundred there, go back to prison, wait for fourteen days.
Amazing how humans can adapt to circumstances. And other things stay the same, be rain or sunshine – spam for example. For the first time in ages I received an interesting spam comment. Most are written in Cyrillic, but since I have forgotten how to spell it, and never spoke Russian, these unique offers of whatever are unceremoniously thrown into the abyss.
But this one offers me :
Aged Twitter 2009 to 2015 Accounts For Sale – check new thread for new prices.
The accounts are empty or with less than 50 followers.

Here is the price list :
2008 – 10$ Per Account
2009 – 9$ Per Account
2010 – 8$ Per Account
2011 – 7$ Per Account
2012 – 6$ Per Account
2013 – 5$ Per Account
2014 – 4$ Per Account
2015 – 3$ Per Account

I think this is rather expensive, isn’t it ? And what would I need a ten or twelve year old twitter account for ? If you have suggestions, please feel free to enlighten me.
Let’s turn away from these silly shenanigans people play, and listen to some nice music. The Odessa born pianist Alexander (“Shura”) CHERKASSY (1909-1995) (Ger., Eng.) plays a nice little piece composed by French author Cécile CHAMINADE (1857-1944) (Ger., Eng.) titled Autrefois (number 4 in her opus 87 Six Pièces Humoristiques from 1897).
I hope you enjoy the music, may the coming week be harmless and bearable for all of us.

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Aside

It is really mean. There one has a large library at hand, a stone’s throw away, but one can not use it. Especially one can not use the computers in the hall that give access to the licensed magazines, like for example the New Scientist (Ger., Eng., website). I want to read this article in full. It is either something like a hoax, or all those ideas about “the mirror”, the opposite world, are not so baseless as we thought. Maybe all moves in circles, or like a spiral ; birth and death as passages, Janus-faced, bi-visaged.
But I am a scientific layman, and easily impressed.

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Another Tuesday Sunday Music

My apologies for being late. Last week was busy, the weekend was traveling, the start of this week was working – yes, I do the brumm-brumm again … maybe I slowly enter my second childhood.
I am not in the mood to speak about what was and happened, I am simply dead tired. Thankfully this is a short working week with a holiday on Thursday, no work on Frayday, and hence a very long weekend. I need to get my head sorted, and some business related writing done over those “free” days, it’s a bit like regrouping.
Now let’s listen to the incomparable, exceptionable voice of Julia LESHNEVA (Ger., Eng.). She gives us from HAENDELs Salve Regina (HWV 241) Ad Te Clamamus : Rarely did the vallis lacrimarum sound better.
I hope you enjoy the music. May the week be friendly to all of us.

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