An Event

What I see is the chaos I don't want to be.
Is it anxiety that makes me run or are there too many people in a place like this? Tents, tents and more tents and also just roofs. I won't stay here and the air castle promises nothing good. Screaming, crying children waiting for their turn a turn that will never arrive if I see how many tents are placed on that field.
What I feel is there's something planned. A festival? I doubt it because there's no room to walk, dance or celebrate. It doesn't look like an outdoor event either. I wonder what is the reason for those white roofs. Protection against rain or the sun? Let's hope Ronald McDonald won't spook around and lure the kids away with a balloon.


It's a beautiful day and as always we stay home. Bored on the couch we watch the news on TV.
Look, says John, there's a festival nearby, shall we go and have a look? Look at all those people. He stands up enthusiastically and points at the screen.
Keep your hands off, I shout, away with those fingers or you'll break another television.
Come on, he says cheerfully, here's your coat. In single file we head for the grounds on the other side of the village.
The parking lot is empty and there's not a soul to be seen. The inflatable castle looks deserted.
Are we too early, I ask in surprise.
John shrugs his shoulders and looks around.
Crazy, he says, how come there's not a soul around in such a short time?
Before I can answer, a net falls over us and we're dragged away. I vaguely hear a voice saying: Some more savages cleared away. What a stupid people these villagers are, they come to this camp like ants to honey.

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