Once I

Once I lived on a ship together with unnumerous old people. The old people ate a lot, they drank a lot and in the evening they danced to awful songs. None of the old people ever got bored. They played Solitaire on their little Laptops, they slept in the sun (one got sunburnt so bad, that they had to call the doctor), they were whispering about the people on the table next to them.

The window in my room was just above the water. I sat there and tried not to think. I didn’t suceed. I left the room and went upstairs. Two of the old ladies were sitting there and didnt move.

They didnt move for hours.

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