First, an apology to my English-reading audience.Been busy, as usual :-(
This time
for a change
I went for posting the newest news
in English only...
The tag on the crate said something like “20 p each”, and the, um, let’s say assortment corresponded with the affordability.
At first, the choice of designs did not exactly captivate me. Yet, as if through using a supernatural, or perhaps X-ray sensor, I could tell
something special was down there, waiting for me.
My hand dove dauntlessly amid the NBA peak caps, berets, fur caps, pink baby bonnets, Sparta Praha supporters’ scarves and odd Donald Duck mittens,
clasped a random bundle and took it out.
It was a plain black knitted cap.
There was something... irrestisible about it.
The plainness.
The odd familiarity.
As if I had been wearing one of these before, though I could not remember when.
No second thoughts were needed. I paid the five (or was it ten?) crowns and left.
The day was nice enough still, but I put the cap on as soon as the door shut behind my back. Something pushed me to wear it. To keep it on at all times. ‘Will have to make a hole at the back, though, to stable my pony tail,’ I thought. ‘As it is now, the hairband keeps shifting the cap over my forehead. And that’s not the right way, the hem should stay the quarter of an inch above the eyebrows. Otherwise the whole thing’ll be spoiled…’
'Hang on! What “thing”?’ I stopped and asked myself. Hey, this starts smelling of something weird – a crossover between Harry Potter’s Sorting Hat and the Ring of Power. Really, it felt as if someone’d put a spell on that artefact!
Two days later, having spent about three hours browsing on the internet, I haven’t fallen for a musician twice my age again, have I?
I finally found out what the matter was.
I saw the cap again.
On someone else’s head, naturally.
Oh no!
Oh bother !!
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