You feel comfortable. You take the train to Lower East and make quite a long forays to find your subject to paint. Later, with your heavy painting stuff you find yourself on a street, you've never seen before. No shop, no bar is open early in the morning. You know nobody in this area. And over time, you know it: If you do not just keep on walking, you can not endure the pressure of your bladder any longer.
You had been quite a while walking and can not make it back to the subway. After the long way it would be impossible and the worst to return! But, perhaps it would be the best to do, there was a toilet at the station, wasn't it? The pressure on the bladder won't bring out the memory clearer now in this existential question.
Many cars, some people. Left the wall of a house, on the right a fence, no underpass in sight. Toilets certainly not. It's like a bad movie. You know the feeling: One issue is building up in front of your quick step, like a large canvas. There is only one simple theme: WHERE? Then suddenly a park with trees in front of you. Miracle? A tree, the rescue? If the police does his appreciated service there, the tree would remain dry. If there was a playground the game is over and something is gonna happen in my pants. If there were sales stands, again, the business is gone. « – »
