For all those contemporaries, who do feel their holiday spoilt all inclusive (sic) when f.e. noticing a wheelchair in the opposite corner whilst having breakfast: Here you find a good news.
Those who would not dare to claim money back, as some of those addressed above did in the past, - yet without success - might be inspired to ask themselves, what may have been the root of the kernel in which this very market gap dozed from the very beginning of time, until a homo sapiens sapiens in the labour room of his brains bore an idea to bridge it.
The Peace of the Night!
The Pakistan Ulema Council bestowing the title of Saifullah (Sword of Islam) on Osama Bin Laden in response to a British knighthood for Salman Rushdie let arise three humble questions:
- Where will the inauguration take place? And when?
- Why did none of the purported 2.000 members of these undoubtedly extreme honourable Islamic scholars inform the Leading Source of Pakistan first, so that it readers had to content themselves with 18 lame lines refering to two foreign resources?
Right now my closest friend - a writer who wouldn't write for reasons I shall possibly never understand - murmured:
"When there is no god, there exists no blasphemy, would you agree?"
And now - with thanks to the Monty Pythons - for something completely different.
Karl Krauss would probably say:
"Where the sun of wisdom is sinking deepest,
even dwarfs are casting gigantic shades."