Nekaj, kar se mi je zgodilo sinoči.

Tam okrog dveh zjutraj sem čakal taksi in razmišljal. Stal sem tam v tistem snegu v svojih rdečih gojzarjih in mimo je prišel fant, tam nekje od tridesetih let navzgor. Zagotovo je imel za sabo kakšen kozarec, najbrž ravno prav, da se je odločil, da bo spregovoril.

Šel je mimo mene, pogledal moje čevlje in tiho, nekako žalostno rekel: "Rdeča je lepa." Uspel sem spacati nekakšen odgovor, ko je nadaljeval: "Sem si zadnjič kupoval čevlje in sem gledal tudi te rdeče, pa si jih nisem upal kupiti. Zdaj pa imam te črne. Pa res ne vem, zakaj. Nimam punce, nimam ničesar. Naslednjič si bom kupil takšne rdeče."

In je odšel naprej. Ljudje, sledite svojim željam. Naj ne izzvenijo v prazno. Nekoč vam bo žal.

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The thing that happened last night.

It was about two in the morning and I was waiting for the cab and thinking. I was standing in all that snow around me and I had my red boots on. A boy, a young man, I'd say in his mid-thirties came along. I guess he had a glass or two under the belt, just enough to give him the courage to talk.

He went past me, looked at my boots, and silently, somehow sadly said: "Red is beautiful." I hardly managed to come up with some sort of reasonable answer as he continued: "I was shopping for new shoes a few days ago and I was also observing those red ones, but I didn't have the balls to buy them. And now I have these black ones. And I really do not know why. I mean, I don't have a girlfriend, I don't have anything. Next time I will buy the red ones."

And he left. People, follow your wishes. Do not let them die unfulfilled. Some day you will be sorry.