Life is a comedy (with a black humored playwright)
Once upon a time in a not so distant galaxy, I woke up next to a woman I loved. It was a sunny Monday morning and nothing hinted at what was going to happen over the next couple of days. Happy. Innocent I kissed her goodbye and went to work like on any other normal day. At lunch, I took out some food with friends and sat next to the small canal in the city center. So far so good. We were sitting next to the water on a stone and eating when suddenly I felt something drop on my head. Checking what it was, my hand touched some warm, sticky, greasy thing. Bird poo. Wow! What fun my friends had, laughing at (and with) me. Naturally, I insisted that this was a sign of good luck and that my week was going to be awesome. Oh the irony. On Tuesday, I received one of those messages we all know to mean much more than what they actually say. My girlfriend wrote: “I think we need to talk.” Oh, boy. Wednesday after work we met and spoke for som...