The Park of the Living and the Dead

A man of synchronicity. His life is like working on a computer keyboard. Only on his “keyboard” there are not keys, but everything he encounters. And especially everything that surprises him as something new.

Yesterday, I was talking on the phone with a young girl and our conversation turned to a park whose name I had forgotten, but which I was trying to remember. The name of this park was not spoken.

Today, one of my acquaintances was talking on the phone near me and, as if demonstratively, loudly said several times “in the park of the living and the dead” … “in the park of the living and the dead.” In fact, this was the park I had tried to recall yesterday.

Yesterday, I requested information on the “keyboard,” and today I received this information — although this acquaintance of mine did not understand what he did for me, and who actually supervised him and the one with whom he spoke on the phone.