{"id":3658,"date":"2018-04-20T12:47:23","date_gmt":"2018-04-20T12:47:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.mytwostotinki.com\/?p=3658"},"modified":"2018-04-20T12:47:23","modified_gmt":"2018-04-20T12:47:23","slug":"the-newspaper-seller","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.mytwostotinki.com\/?p=3658","title":{"rendered":"The Newspaper Seller"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Back home after a longer absence. It\u2019s a beautiful day I am spending outside, reading. Usually on such a day, I pass by a small kiosk where an old man sells newspapers and journals and where I am a regular customer. We know each other since years, the old, friendly, soft-spoken gentleman in his seventies and I. When I say, we \u201cknow\u201d each other, it means he knows what I buy and read, and since he is always also reading a book (usually a classic), we give e<span class=\"text_exposed_show\">ach other a nod, acknowledging that we belong to the same secret society of readers. A few times we had a short chat, and I gathered from the way he talked that he is an educated person with a philosophical attitude to life who needs to top up the ridiculous pension the state pays to people who have all their life gone to work and were honest citizens, in order to be able to pay his utility bills and medicaments.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<div class=\"text_exposed_show\">\n<p><strong>But this time, something is different. The kiosk is closed. Easter holiday, I think. But I am wrong. \u201cSales person wanted for this kiosk\u201d says the announcement pinned on the closed kiosk. It seems that my friend, the newspaper seller, has found a better occupation. At least that\u2019s what I tell myself without really believing it\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Postscript:\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>I passed by the same kiosk a few days later &#8211; and the newspaper seller was back! He will move to relatives in another town in a few days. I was very glad to see him and wished him all the best for his new chapter in life.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>All this on Orthodox Easter. It seems like somebody wanted to teach the unbelieving Thomas a lesson.<\/strong><\/p>\n<pre><strong>\u00a9 Thomas H\u00fcbner\u00a0and mytwostotinki.com, 2014-8. Unauthorized use and\/or duplication of this material without expressed and written permission from this blog\u2019s author and\/or owner is strictly prohibited. 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