i was walking home from the tram,
i went past an apple-tree. there was a bird in it, a crow.
the crow bespoke me. i answered. we discussed weather and food, and life in general.
and then i realised, i was talking to a bird. in an apple-tree. for the past three minutes.
the crow said Coooooow-klck. i said something non-essential.
two russian guys with beer bottles walked past and looked at us with those eyes.
it was minus 18 celsius, and a monday afternoon, and dare anyone stop me.