Bombs

During the night from Tuesday to Wednesday I dreamed of bombs. I was in a house or flat and cowering at a wall and I could hear bombs falling outside. The dream was dragging on. Sometimes I did something else and had almost forgotten the bombs, because none had fallen anymore. But then the next ones came. That repeated itself several times. Nothing more happened in that dream. The building where I had been never got hit. I don't remember anymore if I had looked outside a window. In reality I probably would have stayed away from windows, because of the danger of bursting glass. Although a bomb fire is much worse, of course than flying glass pieces.

In the morning I checked my e-mail inbox and only read the first headline of the e-mail from The Guardian. It seemed like North Korea has launched missiles ((The Guardian today: North Korea missile test a 'new threat to world', says US amid show of military force: North Korea missile test a 'new threat to world', says US amid show of military force). A test. Great. Especially after my dream.

As I was waiting for the train, there was a proverb on the screen. Proverbs first are shown in pictures, before showing it in writing at the end. This morning had: “to break a butterfly with a wheel”. In German it's literally: to shoot with cannons on sparrows.” Cannons are not bombs, but it's kind of close.

A co-worker told me on our way to work that she had heard on the radio this morning that 2 bombs were about to be disposed today in our city.

A somewhat “bomb loaded” week this one...

I will wear my t-shirt tomorrow, which I obviously have bought almost 2 years ago: “Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity” (A probably valueless statement).