I’m strolling along the pier at the Odessa port⚓️
The wind always blows in the wrong direction for the sailors. Seagulls are like the press service: always on top of things.
And then I hear two seagulls sitting there, sharing the air and the news.
“Listen,” says one, “over the last couple of days, seagulls have been getting a lot of refusals to approve their service. To confirm the diplomas of real seagulls.”
“Really?” replies the other. “That’s not a refusal, it’s… a rethinking of the experience.
You thought you were sailing? No, you were just near the sea.”
I stand there, listening. I think: it’s like this with us… A storm is scheduled, a watch is scheduled by the minute, and service is determined by the mood. Today, you have service. Tomorrow, you don’t. The day after tomorrow, the work experience is back, but not the same, but “revised,” “renamed,” and “subject to reconsideration on a first-come, first-served basis.”
And then the seagulls get to the main point—the economy.
“We’re for it,” says the first one, “we want 500 grains per beak.”
“From each seagull?” asks the second one.
“Of course! We’re used to it: to confirm something, you have to back it up with something.
With a seal, a signature… or a grain.
You see, the subtlety: a seagull isn’t a pest. A seagull is the reality of our life and process.
And a process that’s already underway… but in the opposite direction.
Is this true or not?
I don’t know.
But in Odessa, rumors are like seagulls:
if they’ve already arrived, it means someone nearby has thrown something out.
We’ll find out soon. 🕊️⚓️
Author: Odesa Pilot