The shopping
I had been frozen in front of the supermarket entrance for more than half an hour and I couldn’t find the courage to enter, I was there and looked with envy the people that moved with a sure step among the shelves, on the other side of the transparent glass. They swiftly jumped from aisle to aisle and stopped every now and then in front of the display cases, most of them picked the objects placed near where a some big yellow signs were hung, other grabbed things without even stopping to look and absent-mindedly threw them in the shopping cart. A few women deserve an aside chapter, they struck me in a particular way because it seemed like they picked the stuff to buy according to how much flamboyant the confection was. Then they all patiently waited in line, maybe exchanging a
