the fun stopper

16.02.2026

S: It was a question of a few days ago. After quite a while, I had a whole day of ease.

A: You work hard.

S: Luxury does not sit well with the warrior, with the people.

A: Do not work yourself to death.

S: There is much to do. To change. I was walking into a park to feel The Mother’s kiss, our Earth Mother in my eyes and my breaths.

A: Then?

S: Out of the periphery of my vision, like a dog there came a bark from a stout, grey fellow. He told me to do some work.

A: What was he?

S: He was the fun stopper. He would stand in front of a park and bark work. He would destroy pleasure. He would destroy the connection with nature.

A: And you? The Tiger, The Animal? What did you?

S: At first I did not hear this clown. I did not understand. Then, when comprehension came, I turned and fell on him. I looked up at him with these eyes of marvel and magic – he was much taller than me – and told him what he was. I swore at him. I told him that I had seven jobs and asked him how many he had.

A: What was the return?

S: Fear and cowardice. None can stand before the wrath of The Tiger.

A: So, you stopped the fun stopper’s fun?

S: This rage would have done more. But alas, we live in a country of no honour. I saw him skulking there, looking for others. There are those that would be the bone in the kebab and then also want to be the fart that comes close to you when you are eating the kebab.