Sheep, guitars, dogs and books (July 12, 2009)
Me and some other people struggle to get all the sheep inside the minivan. Finally we’re able to close the doors, but the mere sight of the terrified sheep makes me sick. It’s extremely skimpy and I can understand their panic as they literally stand on each other. We get into the car and the driver starts driving towards my grandparents’ new home. During the trip we play guitar. Everyone plays the same song, over and over again. When we reach our goal the sheep are gone and now we have a couple of dogs instead. Me and one of the dogs get off while the other continue driving. My grandparents say hello, and then start to show me their house and especially one of the rooms which has just been renovated. I like it. On a table lies a pile of books. I look at the them and find among other things scores of music I’ve never heard. I also find a photograph of my grandparents and two of their friends (another couple) in which they are quite young and jumping.
