Nana was hanging above our heads for some time. But we fail to notice. I noticed when we came back from smoking. There was something about the neatness of the handwriting and the capital letters. It stood out for its effort. Some of the sketches were also neat and precise, but this one spoke to me. At first it surprised me that they were for sale. But soon it felt the most natural thing on the world that this sketch belongs to me and I bought it for ten quid. Ruth said that the handwriting was very similar to mine. And I write in capital and neatly only when I really want something to be readable. It was the only sketch that you wrote and it was real, serious; not making fun or telling everyone to piss off. So be it. But what I really wanted was to take a look at the back side of the paper. And I thought to myself 'stop that, it is stupid. You dont buy a piece of art and turn it around'. But I am fucking stubborn and I did. And there was this text with an incomprehensible handwriting talking crazy. And this is also so real and serious but I dont understand your handwriting, goddamnit.
After a while we returned to our smoking point. This guy came, at his mid sixties maybe. And he addressed me saying that I am something but I couldnt get what was that. Ruth realised at some point that he was saying that I am posh and my coat is posh. She also added that I am a foreigner but I really didnt understand what this had to do with my so-called posh coat. I told him that I bought it 'cause I am cold and it was the warmest thing I can get on the market. Which is true. Then he smiled at me and told me to look at the graffti at the wall behind me. To my great surprise I did turn around and he took my hand and kissed it. Ruth thinks we made him happy because we didnt ignore him and talked with him. And that his chavish words are mostly incomprehensible. I hope they are not lost in the place where all the ties and the single socks are.
The thing is that incomprehensible or not you have to take your chances and turn around.
Nana
'WE TRAVELLED MANY MILES TODAY. I DO NOT COUNT THE STEPS, ALTHOUGH SOME
DO. WE SAW OLD MEN WITH STICKS WHO CANT STIR THEIR COFFEE AND TALKED
ABOUT OLD STUFF AS IF IT WERE NEW, ALTHOUGHT WE DIDNT TALK MUCH. I HEARD
THAT SOME DO. WE WROTE STUFF ON OUR HANDS IN BLACK INK, THAT WE THOUGHT
WE NEEDED TO. WE HAD A DRINK AND TOLD SOME LIES TO MAKE US FEEL BETTER.
MAN IT WAS ROCK'N'ROLL. I 'DO IT AGAIN IF THAT WERE THE CASE'
Nana, secret message side
The one that Ruth bought. She says it is a RED squirrel.
