Shit happens or as the French would say »bonne chance«
Yesterday late at night when I came home I found this still life in front of our neighbor’s door. It is still life but I think it is very talkative. I myself, if things like this happen to me, I have this irrepressible urge to through »the victim« away which I, of course, don’t do. But I badly try to find another victim to do the dirty job for me ;-).
