Smack my ass and call me Judy

I remember today - the rain that is falling down so aggressivly. And I remember the other day when I found a message in a bottle. It was a rather cold day in august and I almost had to wear socks. We went down the river and after sitting down on the gray rocks I saw this bottle coming flothing towards us and instantly I thought of Pippi Långstrump.



Now this mail was from a heartbroken man, a sailor in fact, who was looking for a new woman that wouldn´t cheat or stop calling, but love and see the man he is. Even though I thought this was somewhat darling we never called the number he wrote down, cause frankly - it could be the begining of a beautiful story.
 

foto by martin