A happy dove is hard to find...

 

Today I wanted to see a happy dove.
I woke up in this mood.
Maybe because the garden of Crete was waiting for me, 

maybe because I was thinking of moments of fleeting passion, who knows…
In any case I wanted to find a happy dove that would look at me and understand.
I passed by the neighborhood market in Lower Dorcolbut nothing, no luck.
Just some vegetables, medium quality, and some sad tomatoes ready to burst from the heat and boredom.
Walking towards the office I had lost all hope for the appearance of the dove I had been waiting for so long.
Suddenly before entering the building that houses my petty bourgeois insecurity I felt a small jolt in my shoulder.
My good suit, my expensive suit had just been spoiled by the filthy stump of a dove! Half a step before I crossedthe doorstep.
Damn, my misfortune!
As you understand every thought about happy doves flew away and desires incompatible with the love of birds overwhelmed me.
I looked around and hurried into the office. 

Fortunately, no one had seen me.
I felt ashamed and disappointed about this incident.
“Let it be” I thought.
After superficially cleaning the good and expensive suit, I opened my computer.
I was trying to concentrate but hey, my mind was stuck on the misfortune I had to accept the feces of a random pigeon!
After a while, I turned off the computer and left the office to go get a coffee.
Observing the crowds I saw something strange.
All the men who wore suits, expensive suits, had the feces of birds, probably pigeons, on their shoulders.
But what had happened…?
A conspiracy of pigeons to shit on elite executives?How? Why?
The spectacle was horrible; almost disgusting.
I looked up and saw three pigeons looking at me and smiling ironically.
I gave them a wild look and they understood.
I promised myself not to let it go.
But before I could retaliate, the pigeons flew and started circling over my head.
I was being ridiculed; it was obvious that all this was aimed at my personal humiliation.
I managed to order a single origin espresso.
The happy pigeons were standing in front of me.

 

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