Electronical stuff

There was someting else about this shopping center. They had loads of shops that sold electronical stuff. And I loved every single one of them. I always wanted something new stuff. And something for the new stuff. Maybe a cable. Or something else. I had plenty of time. The bus didnt leave for a while. So I wandered around looking for something new to my electronical stuff. The shops was shining bright towards me. Young, handsome men in red v-sweathers was waiting to trick someone.
But there was even something more about this shopping centre. There was one kind of people that didnt undestand that they should dress themselves into fancy clothes and hairstyles. The old, retired farmers had nothing else to do, but to be at the shopping centre, even them. They were lined up, broad and firm along the shops, with grey jackets and sixpences.
I found a shop that might have what I was looking for. But one of these pensioners was in my way.
-But how do I get more of these camerapixels, he asked.
I understood how this would get, turned around at the door and went on. I found a new shop. To find a new pensioner with a grey jacket at the desk.
-But howee, howee...
I turned again. Looked for a new shop. And found it. This had to be the one where I could find what I was looking for...no....not only one, but three of these pensioners were at the shop. One of them was hanging with his elbows over the desk. His behind took the rest of the space. He was staring out in the air, thinking hard.
-Broooooadbaaaand???? he asked.
-Yes, I recommend broadband now. Its a long time since we stopped selling isdn-equipment, the young man in a red v-sweather replied.
My eyes started looking for a café.

The shopping center

it was dark outside when I went from work. The automatic lock was humming behind me. I didnt quite understand this lock system. But I understood that the door was locked. And that I was unable to get inside again for tonight.
I looked up. Cold, small rain showered in a light way my face. I went along a street. The traffic was heavy. This place was not big. But it was always full of heavy traffic. I went to a shopping center. Went inside. To bright lights, music and voices. Adults that hasted back and forth. Children standing at some computer games. Youths hanging around. Everyone with fancy clothes, haircuts, young and old girls with sparkling makeup. All of it probably bought at the shopping center. It seemed like this shopping center was the heart of this place. Or maybe a kind of pacemaker that kept alive something new. New, fancy clothes. New stuff to buy. I kind of sensed that this place was different just a few years ago. Maybe just some farmers that walked around the fields. Then something sudden and unexpected must have happened. That made it modern with shopping center and heavy traffic. And people with the latest in makeup, haircuts and fancy clothes. It seemed like the people was struggling to adapt themselves to the new life. That they did everything to get away from the old farmer life. And the way was to buy as much as possible in the shortest amount of time in this shopping center.

Work at night

I called her. Asked if it was ok for me to work a little longer. She accepted it, but didn`t like it. A cleaner came in. She dried some dust here and there. But avoided my messy desk. I felt that I knew the cleaner better than the other people at work.
The room was so quiet at this time. I could only hear the swish from the pipes. And a silent twang.
This was difficult. To have a new job. So much new. I worked so slow. And at the same time I had this overwhelming urge to have a full overview. Down to the smallest detail.
I tried to work. It was so much undone in front of me.

At work

Someone knocked on the door. Someone was running. It was urgent. Preparation. To make sure that eveything was well prepared. Loads of paper on my desk. Out of the office. New rounds. Someone knocked on the door again. Maybe it was time to clear my desk. The paper was floating. It was important to get an overview. And cleaning my desk could be the way. Throw some of it in the garbage can. Put some others in a folder. Someone knocked on the door again. Out again and new rounds. Papers under my arm. Make sure a pen was in my pocket. And my keys. Make sure everything was well prepared.
Then it calmed down a bit. Summon for a meeting. Someone was talking. Others listening. Or did they? Faces that stared ahead at something that none could attach themselves to. Everyone wanted to go home. But I wanted myself back to the office. I wanted to work more, so that I was well prepared.

On my way to work

This was a road that showed me the same every day. Soon I got tired of it. The dark landscape. The big bus with tired sounds. And few people sitting scattered with tired faces.
I took up the bread from my bag. I saved some minutes by eating breakfast on the bus. Dry bread with cheese. And a bottle of water. Some of the faces turned against me when I chewed the slice of bread.
The bus stopped a little here. And a little there. A slightly older man came in and lightened up when he saw a slightly older woman. He sat down beside here. I tried to catch what they were talking about.
-I was figuring that I might leave the table behind, in case you needed it, he said.
-Yes, that`s quite allright, she said.
-But if you want, I can come and get it, he said.
-Oh no, she said. -That`s not necessary. It might well come in hand for me.
-Yes, but you can just tell me if you want me to remove it. I can drive it to the garbage place, he said.
-Oh yes, but no thankyou, that is not necessary, she said.
-Yes, but just tell me, and I can come right away, he said.
It was getting close to where I was going off. I was careful to have my bread back in the bag and everything ready. I was a bit nervous to not get off at the right moment when the job, the place and the bus was new to me. I pulled the stop-button. The bus breathed heavily and annoyed and turned into the busstop. I went forward. The slightly older man and woman looked at me. I turned to the busdriver and wished him farewell.

Morning

it was dark and quiet outside. Early in the morning. The radio was humming in the background. The rest of the house was sleeping. I cut some bread with a knife. The radio told about the weather. Danger of slippery roads. Where the traffic might get jammed. The man telling about the traffic was a kind of a thypical traffic-radio-man. Music. From the 80s. Then the news. About a family being robbed. Someone just walked into the house and tied the family up. Parents and children. Then collected all they could find of valuable stuff. And left. I could hear such news almost every day. About someone being robbed.
Somewhere ahead. Behind forest and hills. Was the big city of sickness. It was boiling. It was the place where everything wrong happened. People who was stealing, robbing and murdering. In a way I felt quite safe in this house in the forest. It was hidden and not easy to find.
At the same time. It could be dangerous. If someone just found us, it could be difficult to get help, being so desolated.
Earlier this summer, a man came at the door to sell something. He had a note, telling about lots of difficulties, and that he needed money. I told him quickly that I had no cash and locked the door.
What if this man just was an informant for the criminals in the big city?
I got dressed and went outside. Some dogs howled at the distant. I went down to the main road. The bus breathed and stopped. Then transported me to my new job.

Time

Yes. She was bigger. Her stomach was round and energetic. All of her was energy. I took some pictures of her stomach in profile. Took some more to show how it was growing.
I looked out. It was autumn. I needed to make everything ready for the winter. And the child. The neighbor offered me to make firewood out of some of his threes that made the view somewhat less viewable. Well, the threes only prevented us from looking at other threes.
One thing was at least certain. This area had plenty of firewood. I started the chainsaw. The threes fell down. I removed the branches. Carried the rest to the house. Chopped and cleaved it.
It went colder. I got frustrated. I didnt have enoough time. It went colder. The baby was coming soon. And the work went too slow.
-Dont bother about the firewood, she said and stroked her hand over her stomach.
"Thats easy for her to say," I thought.
I looked outside. It was raining. Heavy raindrops. The firewood got wet.
"This is going straight to hell", I thought.

The seed

I watched over my garden. It was so strange to see everything that could grow. I bought some small threes. To grow apples. Pairs. Cherries. I dug more holes. To put small rasberries into them. I looked forward to se them coming.
The grass was cut. I made sure it looked smooth and trimmed. Preventing small plants getting bigger. If I didn`t, the whole garden would be overgrown by forest in short time. I pulled out some green stuff at the driveway. The neighbor permitted me to saw off some threes below the house. It could make good firewood for the winther. And the neighbor wanted it away, to get a better view.
It was strange. All the fuzz. An eternal battle to govern what to grow where and how. And if I didn`t keep it up, the battle would be lost very soon. Everything was growing and growing closer and closer. I pulled out more green stuff at the driveway. But it was no help. It just grew up just as soon as it was pulled away.
It went towards the end of the summer. A thick, wet smell of rotten plants was hanging in the air. Still everything continued to grow. Small seeds floated and landed in the garden. To spread the genes of the mother threes. All the green came closer and closer to take over the garden, the house, to strangle me.
-Where have you been, my wife asked.
-In the forest, I replied.
-For the whole summer, she asked.
I didn`t answser, but pulled out more green stuff from the driveway.
-You don`t care about me, she said.
-Sure I do, I answered.
-Why can`t you give more attention to me and the baby that is growing inside of me?

Primeval forest

No matter how far we had reached, I realized that it was possible to go even further inside.
The neighbor greeted us one of the first day we came to the new house. He welcomed us. And told us that one place, far, far inside was the primeval forest. The forest that was eternal untouched by human hands. A place where the capercaillie was singing. Where the threes died a natural death. Creating a multiplicity of life.
It was something that urged me to go there one day. But not this day. We were already dressed after the short swim in the cold water. And was heading for the way back to the house. the primeval forest had to wait until I was ready for it.

Deeper inside

He, the long gone joined the trip. It wasn`t often I saw him. But this time he joined and trugded away. He didn`t say much. Neither did I.
We went upwards. Tried to find some view. But wherever we went, we only saw the forest. Forest, forest.
We went down to a valley. The trees became bigger. There was a collection of large stones. A sign told us that this place had a name. People must have lived here, some time long ago.
I began to see the nuances in the forest. The trees, colours, sounds and the smell changed all the way when we walked.
We came to a small lake. The ground rocked under our feets. We threw ourselves into the cold water.

Inside

The branches closed behind me. The forest got quiet.
I went up a hill. Found a track that showed me further in. The track beneath me. The forest roof above me. The air was thick and warm. I came to a small opening where the thimber was cut down. The sun appeared and burned my face. It looked like a small desert. Dead branches lying on the ground. But it was not much of a view. Right ahead there was a new, airtight forest appeared.
A bird screamed. It seemed to be warning all the others about the intruder. It made everything even more intense. As if the whole forest held its breath.