On Sunday afternoon I was talking to my friend about her pregnancy, she looks great and I was saying that soon it will just look like she’s put a ball up her dress. Then Patti, who was sitting close to use said “That’s not a ball! It’s a balloon!” (“Das ist doch keine Kugel, das ist ein Ballon!”)
Patti tried to explain the difference between a ball and a balloon but we didn’t really understand. So I changed the topic and started asking about him.
Patti is an artist, he prints on old coffee bags and is hoping to exhibit soon. He lived in Australia for three years where he spent most of his time in Darwin. He also went to Newcastle for a while, which is where I live. He said he still remembers how the sand at Newcastle beaches squeaks under your feet.
Patrick doesn’t like couples; people in love give him the shits. He didn’t explain why but he doesn’t really have to. He followed us around the market for a bit but after a while we lost him in the crowd.
If you ever see coffee bags with beautiful prints on them, they might be his.