I'm baking a cake.. maybe there are better things to do, but I'm baking a cake. Just an ordinary one with butter, eggs, flour and a bit vanilla sucre. It's gonna be delicious. Especially the mixture of the ingredients are tasty. As a child when my mum baked a cake I was always there before the she put the mix into the furnace. But that's a long time ago.
It's psygology of the mind, tastes and smells which remember you of the past. I have the same feeling when I drive along an old farm where the cows are in the meadow and you can grasp a smell of those animals, the dried grass in the farmhouse or the peculiair smell of grass stored outside under 2 feet of soil. It's not dried and the juicy smell brings me back to my youth when I was 11, 12 years old. My memory drift back to the past and goes back to the future. Good and bad times. The silent crash of the world stockmarkets, the 9-11 disaster, the tension in the world, the wars (war on drugs, on terror, Afghanistan, Iraq, Kuwait, Bosnia, Sudan, Serbia-Montenegro, Iran-Iraq, football: Holland-Germany, the Brussels Heizeldrama (anybody remember?)you name it.)
And now the rival ban in the USA is no longer in power America will be a battlefield too. It'll be shoot to kill. To gun or to be gunned = to live or to die.
Always remember, the dude was here too and he's on your side.
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