Just arrived in Taipei. I'm pretty sure my feet grew 3 sizes. Maybe not a bad way to break in my new boots :-)
I can buy a map of Europe from the first shop here. I can even get a smaller version of my accompanying friend Pepe. He's sticking out of my small pack taking everything in. Sometimes, when I put down the pack I think he wipes a little bit the floor. Taking it all in :-)
What stories would he tell? What stories would toys tell if only they could talk. I'm pretty sure at some point all of us share our most intimate thoughts with a toy or some other object. Talking in the car, talking in the shower... This reminds me of that story by Jose Saramago about the "strike of the objects". Very interesting fiction - scarier than anything with so-called monsters. What if one day all washing machines went on strike? All cars? All elevators? All light bulbs?
:-)
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