I had to drop my kid to a kindergarten yesterday. As I stayed up all night long, and couldn’t be bothered with taking a bus, we hailed a taxi. A dog was crossing a small street leading up to my son’s school, and then I could feel and hear a little bump. We arrived. I asked taxi to wait a minute to take me to work - I was running out of time anyway, and was about to be late.
Driving up that small street again, I saw a small cute hairball of a stray dog, laying in the middle of the road. Obviously, we hit a dog on our way. Driver stopped and went off the car. A local man - shopkeeper from a little street shop nearby was staying next to the dog, smoking. He spoke to the driver. The street was small, and it seemed like he was not happy with a dead dog on the street next to his establishment. That, not the dog, was his concern. There was no rubbish bin or anything in sight - it is just a narrow street, without even a pavement. While they were quietly discussing something, I looked at the dog. There was no blood or anything - like this dog was just taking a nap in the middle of the street. The conversation was about to be finished; the driver reached the dog. I started to suspect he is about to grab it and drop into the taxi’s boot, to discard the poor thing later on somewhere.
The dog was not dead - it opened it’s eyes.
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I missed this guy by a chance - he left a few minutes before I left. So all what I know is what my wife told me. I am always interested in peculiar charachters, so I was very intrigued by his life story, out of Kafka’s books. This is the outline - at least as how I heard it, whatever if it’s true or not, only he, Rudolf Scepka, knows. Sorry if I got it wrong, Rudolf.
Though he lives now in Chon Buri, Thailand, making living playing bowling and tutoring locals on how to score statistically impossible scores in it (a secret technique, of course 
), and being a local bowling legend - unbeaten even once, originally he is from Austria and spent all his life before retirement - over than 30 years making pencils. So after he retired, he switched his focus from making pencils to using them. Continue reading ‘Art of pencil’
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This is the guy who never missed to attend the Olympic game for the last 50 Years!!!! He is the head of the Japanese supporter of the Olympic! 
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When I was a kid, around 10 years old, I had quite a few notebooks of diaries. Some of them were shared with my friends. We used to write on one notebook passing one after the other during a class at school. At that time, I remember that I had a lots of questions in my head as a kid. Everything on the earth was mysteries.So naturallly I kept attacking my father with those questions.”why is that?” ….why why why? He used to answer,”Write them down on a notebook, and you will be able to answer yourself when you are older.” I guess now that he was a little bit fed with my chain of questions.But at that time, I thought its wonderful, since I was still naive to believe that being adult means you understand everything perfect! I believed that everything has a sense. Clear!I believed all superhero, Superman, Ultraman, etcetc, right is right, wrong is wrong.and being excited about, one day when I am gonna be a grown up, and understand the whole explanations. So I had some notebooks, which contains those my early questions. One day I came up an idea that I am gonna make a time capsule, and buried them to the earth in our garden, keeping there till Im old enough. Continue reading ‘Time Capsule’
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