La cort

Nu stiu de ce se fereste lumea sa stea la cort. Eu am o senzatie destul de bizara dar faina in cort. Am impresia ca toata lumea se limiteaza la “bula” delimitata de foile cortului.

Sufla vantul, ploua, foc de tabara cu betivani pe langa, cantand la chitara, vre-un arici sau o vulpe care misuna pe langa el…nimic nu conteaza. Sunt in perfecta siguranta si controlez situatia. Toata lumea din exterior nu exista.  Tragi sacul de dormit peste tine si ea si ai impresia ca daca pe tine nu “auzi” zgomotele de afara, prin deductie logica nici cele din cort nu se aud afara. Dimineata urmatoare te trezesti si pleci pe traseu. Ce s-a intamplat inafara cortului ramane afara, ce s-a intamplat in cort ramane inauntru. Oare din ce material magic o fi facute corturile astea noi? 🙂

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About Josef Svejk
Through possibly-feigned idiocy or incompetence he repeatedly manages to frustrate military authority and expose its stupidity in a form of passive resistance: the reader is left unclear, however, as to whether Švejk is genuinely incompetent, or acting quite deliberately with dumb insolence. These absurd events reach a climax when Švejk, wearing a Russian uniform, is mistakenly taken prisoner by his own troops. Source: Wikipedia

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