It’s not easy for the buzzard right now. When I look out the window, I see a meadow. There is currently still wet snow on it, but it will soon be gone. The almost omniscient phone knows that it will be warmer in the next few days. It’s supposed to rain too. But the buzzard, who lives in a grove on the edge of the meadow, is still sitting in the sparse snow and looks sad. Sure, “sad” is a subjective assessment, something like saying that the Greek EU socialist with the Arab bribe is phenotypically attractive, really nice.
German everyday life by Kurt Kister: The sad buzzard – society
