(photo courtesy to Dida)
In the tiny town garden of a little vegetarian burger restaurant in Ixelles grows a single tree, its branches like long arms stretching over a few iron tables and chairs. The September started and is ending with the sunshine making people happy. On Saturday at noon two blond girls on a date sit down looking forward to each one´s favorite burger, smiling and talking about their weekend plans. Obviously, more and promising things are to happen this weekend.
At the next table, close to the tree trunk, drinking a cool cider is a woman waiting for her company, checking messages and emails, as the confirmed hour has already passed and it is unusual for this friend to be late. Finally, after seeing the latest text message, she realizes it is 1 p.m. instead of 12.30 stated in the previous email. Too many channels, to many exchanges the technology has brought.
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