How soon this day has gone. After yesterday’s acts of mum’s manipulation with me, I had been leaded in the bower for the same deal as earlier. I tried to be indifferent and think less but it didn’t manage. I kept silence with mum and spoke in business tone. I buried earth and think that she never will be success in her business as she tried to have a finger in many pies but she can’t. I don’t feel myself as a rustic, but she particularly feels this. It’s interesting is she happy by these deals? Sometimes there’s no any bower at all. No shovels, no beds, no fatigue after this second job. But what will be then? What will she do in summer after work and on weekends? Will she really begin to travel, sew clothes for herself, go outdoors, mix with different people? I don’t know.
What I know precisely is I can’t live in this town with these people. After Macbeth audiobook it started an Adele’s song and I planged out reallity. Unwillingly I asked myself: “Who is that pretty man who download such a beautiful music?” Me.
I had tired after I did my piece of work.