An old cushion cover, turned inside out, enrichens the aviator scene with a flamboyant green. In the twilight, a lucky charm (so believe the Chinese) appears, a foreigner, a kind of bird that I have a special liking for, the only no-bird to be in this collection. I often see them in warm nights in our backyard, once we observed a flirting couple of a small species. So quick and silent, almost too fast to be seen, now pinned to the silk.
Update on J's job search. Only the interview will happen in Berlin; the shop is in Hamburg. We'll be going together and spend a day in the capitol, and I'll be waiting for him in a café while he's having this interview. There was another chance, and the boss said, he wants him, but he must be patient, it won't work out too soon. So maybe he decides for the second one. While J was talking about having to sleep under a bridge next year, the headhunters seem to take up his trail.