Monthly Archives: June 2011

Never Mind The Bollocks

Who would ever consider getting a toilet seat with the Dutch flag? Exactly: nobody. So why is it different with the UK flag? Because it’s Punk? Or Burberry? Or Harry&Kate? Hm, I wonder how my British friends like our purchase..

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Hector

After a day in the countryside I came back to Geneva to discover my bike had a flat tire. A bummer, because I live 11 km from the city and it was already getting dark. Still sparkling from the lovely day I’d had, though, I started to walk home.

I was passing the Chinese embassy, thinking of the artist Ai Wei Wei, when a young man on a bicycle flashed past. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at my tire. “Ahhh,” he wailed with a sense of drama, “what has happened?”. In a few seconds he was crawling in front of my bike, tinkering with my tire. I insisted I was fine and that I would walk home, but he shook his head. “I give you my tire,” he said, all smiles. “Or even better: I give you my bike.”

He introduced himself as Hector. He was originally from Mexico, working as a sculptor in Geneva. “Your skin is beautiful,” he said while tearing a wheel from his bike, “like ceramics”. I protested vehemently against his offers and asked if he had a pump I could use? “Oh Luce,” he said dreamily, “we can go biking together” .

Hector had a pump and a tire repair kit. He seemed shocked at the idea that I knew how to repair my own tire and insisted on using all his glue to patch the tube. But it worked. I thanked Hector, who thanked my bike for bringing us together. “It’s magic,” he concluded. And when could we meet again? “I could be your cat,” he suggested, “you would only have to pet me occasionally”. I blew him a kiss. “At least let me be your bicycle repair man!” he pleaded.

With my bike fixed I very much enjoyed my ride home. We all need to meet a Hector once in a while.

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