perspective

Drawing my natural habitat. But today I didn't go to my supermarket, I went to the St Lawrence market. Not to the hunk-in-shorts butcher. The Sausage King this time. A woman before me could not decide on salami. The Hungarian salami was made in Canada. She took ages. The butcher, I have never seen him smile, rolled his eyes and sighed. She went away without buying anything. Then it was my turn. Four Macedonian sausages. But only if they're really from Macedonia. He actually laughed. Sure, he said, just arrived from Macedonia. Oh and yeah, I hope Michiel will help me with the perspective tonight.