Katerina Katsiri

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Ignored

At the seaside restaurant it was busy, everyone was eating lobsters,

I tried to catch the waiter’s eye. I was ignored and got the feeling

that I was Invisible, or that I was so small that my head didn’t reach

over the table. A seagull landed on my table, a beautiful bird,

yellow beak and feet, plumage snowy white, its wings light grey-blue

and its eyes were green; it also had the aroma of the Pacific Ocean.

Waiter came, looked at the bird, asked what it wanted; lobster, I said.

When the dish came I gave it to the bird, got up, left and no one tried

to stop me.  

                   Jan Oskar Hansen