In the first hesitant beginnings of spring you can see a strange sight every evening in the lovely hills. A bag of salt that sings serenades and falls in with the gentle turning of the arms of the mill. Bring vinegar and two sugarcubes. This is where it happens! When The Other Newspaper arrives, the big topic of the conversation is the other two lovers, the two moose below the hill. The bag and the mill look through each their own* binoculars, in different sizes, of course. What did you expect? With the usual sense of timing, the bag steps to the right and overturns The Other Newspaper’s employee as the moose cow replaces her robe with four slightly flat shoes. A puddle taps the window. The two Irish people mix with the two Indians on the dance floor.
