Yesterday afternoon we had coffee with several neighbors. We laughed that we are some freaks who flew away from real metropolitan life, the only and just way to live because only in the metropolitans the civilization is developed. Or maybe we are just protecting the remnants of civilization, who knows.
Like Steve, who is a mystery man that came to live here from England. Yesterday, by the way, telling of vintage wipes his mother received as gifts from the Freilina of England Queen, said that his mother had served in the Royal Air Force, a female unit where she was the only one of the twelve women without an aristocratic lady title.
Steve, by the way, looks and behaves like a true righteous aristocrat from the movies, and every time I meet him, he reveals a piece of his mystical narratives.
Maybe it is again one of the magic of our settlement – stop being distracted and the world will come to you, bringing you the most interesting people and their stories?
While talked, we also dreamed of setting up our own park. Just life is so short – maybe we won’t see what that park will look like in many years. But isn’t that great freedom and soul’s elegance – just to create?
© Fortune, 2019
Are your relations with neighbors good?