rantajar

First

I'm in a city. There is a bridge over a road, and a man standing there. I tell him about how weird it is, in my mind, to use the second person plural to indicate politeness in singular. It causes one to use less polite forms in actual plural.

Second

There is a news story about a friend of mine, who has compared the image of the city I live in to that of the city where I was born. There is a picture with very similar details in both cities. I'm in my city of birth now, in a rural area. There is a mansion that belongs to the family of a very old friend. The lights are on and I wave, but secretly wish that I wasn't seen, I have something I should do. A car pulls in and I hide behind a tree.

It's the owner of the house, and some other familiar faces. I come out from behind the tree and greet them. The friend say something with a weird accent that I don't understand. I ask him to repeat a couple of times, with no luck. We go inside and most of them go upstairs.

I decide not to follow, since I have something to do and I don't understand what the owner of the house is saying. My intention was just to say hello anyway. Downstairs in the kitchen I talk for a while with a girl I used to know in school about my efforts to get elected in Australia. Apparently it's hard since I'm not Australian and don't live there.