Mean while

tonight i ve been elected mayor of a small town. i was appointed to visit my office. i went there by bike, wearing shorts like i always do. 

in front of the building which reflects my administrative powers i couldn´t find a suitable place to park my bike. damn it! someone hysterical ran up to me screaming "Explosions in London" and urging me to sign a ready-made official bulletin in which I expressed my sincere detest of what had happened. 

But what had happened? I didn´t really happen. Someone made something happen. everyone was involved was busy and well informed it seemed to me and even I was informed and had something to announce. 

Another thingy thing took it´s place in the collective memory - not very detailed and definitively not very cared about - and the only thing we all knew is that it was: BAD! and that´s true. 

But do we care? Do I care? having arrived at my well furnished bureau I sink in a cosy cushion have a sip of delighting-coffee and start to drift into my own egosphere further and further away from the terrible clouds that concealed the sun for a short while.

Does anyone know what happened yesterday? do you have the time to tink about it?