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Bruises and music is the name of the blog that gives us today’s story for the Advent calendar.
In addition to Bruises and music on the blog I found the dose of irony I really like, and in addition to bruises there may also be broken bones, just as in addition to music there may also be stories, dreams, ideas, insights, considerations, random phrases … that is my natural habitat.
In fact, I found myself very well and I liked the particular surprise at the end of the story.
And I immediately immersed myself in the story because the story is here and now, it’s reality, it’s the imperfection of an idealized character, it’s pocket-sized Magic.
Yes, the magic we can perhaps try to aspire to, the restricted magic, the reduced magic, the magic that can contain hope.
Whoever writes is not a bot, whoever writes knows paranoia quite well, whoever reads and is like me, understands, but above all whoever reads will love Hippos for Christmas:
The conveyor belt started with a dull hum, and the first thing he saw coming was a pack of dog diapers. The old man took it reluctantly, turned it around in his hand for a couple of seconds as if he were observing an unknown alien life form and finally slipped it into the box, ready to be packed… go on here.