He crawls down the trunk with great agility, folds the tree up and sighs with his eyes turned toward the beautiful bright building.
“That’s a tremendous thing you’ve got there.”
Strangely enough, he has been able to look directly through my clothes. I have a few pieces of liquorice that I share with the crowd. The wind builds up. Most of the things that were put up, falls over and the interview takes an unforeseen turn.
(The articles at The Other Newspaper are fictitious. The purpose of The Other Newspaper is to give the public a new, disturbing and humorous reflection of the way we consume news on traditional media and posts on the social media that make the recipient question whether the world needs to change and whether one can live online.)