Around a week ago after I finished my daily lessons, I was waiting the bus as usual. Everything was fine, the sky was blue and clear and the birbs were singing. And while I was waiting without any stress, I was reading my new book "Norwegian Wood" by Haruki Murakami, which arrived the day before that day, and listening some chill music. Everything was just fine.

WAY TOO FINE.

Suddendly a pigeon layed down on a balcony of a building that was right behind me, and it shitted....