i have always thought that one of the most embarrassing things must be when one's child starts crying in public. how everyone must think that the parent doesn't know anything about raising children. a few days ago on the plane there was a kid, right behind me, who hysterically cryed and screamed for at least 20 minutes straight. and the parents made no effort what-so-ever to stop him. there was a fat, bold man sitting infront of me who tryed pushing his sausage-like fingers up his red ears. by the expression on his face, it didn't help much. the way that kid sounded was like a pig who has just realized he is going to be killed. i felt like screaming myself.
and ofcourse i had way too much time to just stupidly look around on the plane. i noticed the way my hands look in sunlight, when you examine them for too long. i could easily see the ivory-coloured knuckles throught the paper-skin. and all the blood-vessels. i remembered what my great-grandmother's hands used to look like. she was one of those people who no matter how much she ate never got fat, and lost almost all her body-fat with age. i used to think her hands looked disgusting, with the blood-vessels sticking out. and those terribly thin fingers with the marriage ring she probably never took off which was almost duble the size of her fingers. but now i find them beautiful. i wish i would have taken a picture.
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