Today I happened to go for water. Made interesting observation: you do remember all these fairy tailes, myths and legends about medieval times in every such tale a well is a perfect meeting place for the women, place to get informed about all latest news, gossips and rumors. While one pours water she blabs out everithing she knows and listens to others. This theory bacame stronger when my wife (a girlfriend at that time) said that such place in her dormitory was washroom. See? Water-girls-chats that used to be an iron rule for me. Was until todays walk to fetch water. Ok now let us get back to the story… when I got to a well I found a moderate lane of MEN, no surprise it was a silent line, we were standing in a line waiting for a turn to pour our cans and kept silent. I don’t know who was thinking of what, but I thoght about this curious situation, I thought about timeflow and emancipation about stady and fickle things… Just a couple of minutes after I turned around I sow a line of women right behind me. Is not it funky? To build a theory to gather proofs and have it broken down by one incident? At the end History triumphs over my miserable theories…
