January 30

last night i had the following dream: 

i was sitting in my home office and, after feeling to have an inspiration to do a poem, took a piece of paper and a pen and started writing. i commenced with the letter “n”, thinking about how to carry on, but the inspiration stopped. i was waiting a couple of minutes. nothing happened. i waited another couple of minutes. no result. so i took the piece of paper and put it in the refrigerator to keep the already written "n" fresh. hours or even days later, i thought, when inspiration would come back, i would take the paper out of the fridge and carry on writing. at that point the dream ended.

i woke up at 6 this morning, and while preparing for the day and the lunch to come at noon i went to the fridge to take out the frozen food and defrost it in advance. as i opened the fridge a piece of paper next to the frozen food attracted my attention. i immediately grabbed it to see if something was written on it ... and yes ... it was. i did not believe my eyes, when I discovered the letter “n” written on it. and, even more surprising, a small pile of frozen ice behind it. for a few seconds i was shocked, but then i realized the truth: my fridge, as a matter of fact, had finished the word in his very own unique way.  what a clever fridge i have. and what a nice story this is, isn’t it?