01.06.08
At nine pm the lake is calm and silent. He wants to go fishing. I take my rod and my quality Swedish reel and stroll quietly through the city tree reserve. There we see three hares, big and calm like kangaroos from down under. He chases them his toy gun firing. The hares barely notices him and slowly disappear in the long hay. We are not alone to fish by the lake. There are two others where I teach him how to use the reel. We return as always, empty handed.
