Graveyard on Grivitei
Last sunday was a sunny day and in an atempt to prepare myself for the onslaught of an afternoon shop at Carrefour, I took a slight detour. Before the chaos and claustraphobia of the supermarket isles, i found peace and solitude, ambling round the corners of the local graveyard.
The place was packed, a real popular hangout with the sunday crowd. It made me wonder if there had been a nearby catastrophe on this particluar day, many years ago, or if there were some corpses of distinction down below, or whether graveyards are generally busy places. I don't frequent them as a matter of habit.
Further investigation revealed that a fair number of pilots were laid to rest here, tailfims of their planes casting shadows next to their crosses and tombs. This got me thinking about the percentage of people who had died of old age compared those whose life had ended from fatal accidents, disease or even murder. This train of thought was interupted when I passed an empty grave, its lid pulled open revealing a deep stone lined resting place.As I left the graveyard i made a mental note to myself that I should visit other such places. They are certainly good places to think and clear your head. I carried to my desired destination, the huge frenzied consumer emporium known as Carrefour. After battling with other shoppers and standing in a queue for 45 minutes at the checkout, I felt a strong desire to return to the graveyard... permanently!
posted by LOGAN @ 11:53 PM
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