Meet The Neighbors (2Two2)

After the morning ritual was almost over and my face seemed that of a totally different human being, a better one, a cleaner one, a non suicidal one, adding something to my craving stomach would be almost the last step in the getting ready.

A cup of coffee, the tasteless one they sell in this country and some sliced bread topped with margarine and jam would suffice, wouldn't it? one; Slice of rye bread, reminds me of Salinger and I wonder how stupid I am, two; layer of thick yellowish salty margarine, Three; layer of gluey and possible expired blackberry jam that has lived in my refrigerator for the last four months. Perfect creation, I have always loved playing God.

I have also always wondered what would I reply to the stupid guy who came to ask me what I would like to eat for my last supper given the case I was sentenced to death row. A piece of meat I would say. A blue, still profusely bleeding thick steak sprinkled with black pepper. The funny thing is that you sprinkle black pepper on me in a couple of minutes I will look exactly as that last supper I would order in that given case.

Before having my last breakfast instead of that hypothetical capital penalty last supper, checking the weather was mandatory. Today would it be windy, foggy, bitter, hot, muggy, would there be a blizzard, meters of snow, a hurricane or a canicular heat, would I have to take the fall feeling the sunrays burning my face, the snow melting on my cheeks and neck, the mighty wind wildly blowing my hair, or the clouds or fog impeding me from seeing a thing, I would still definitely take the leap.

I had almost forgotten about the little guy who crashed and crushed against my glass but the heart shaped stain reminded on the spot. He /she had already and finally stopped breathing and looked so peaceful now; lucky you. I stepped out the balcony being extremely careful not to step on the little one. The body laying next to my foot was the most amazingly overwhelming proof of the magnificent intelligence of crows. I had seen them in this city using team work in order to rip a garbage bag and get a fulfilling dinner, using traffic in order to break nuts open, standing on high tension cables without ever getting fried, but it was the first time one of them committed suicide, for crying out loud.

I stuck my head over the balcony taking a quick glance left and right in order to get a grasp of the meteorological condition of my last day here, unfortunately I got more than that, much more. At the next door apartment, just meters away from me, a surprisingly totally naked guy was already standing on the balcony rail, how he kept his balance just beat me. Had the crow and this guy tacitly agreed on putting me to shame?