On my way to work, I see an ordinary apartment in Kyiv.
I notice a boy standing at the window on the second floor holding a piece of paper. It has large red letters on it that say "Feed Me."
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He's hungry. He's been beaten. He's been kidnapped.
He's going to jump out of the window and I'll catch him.
I'll call the police. Social services. Make a public appeal. Break down the door.
I hurry towards the building and as I approach the window, I see that beneath the words "Feed Me" is written "hedgehog." And below that, "in the bushes."
I stop. I think to myself, "Oh, sweetheart, I could tell you everything I think about hedgehogs, bushes, overload, fatigue, constant anxiety, uncertainty, ambiguity, misunderstandings.
Neurosis. Lack of sleep. Lack of sleep."
But I just write in my notebook - "the hedgehog isn't there."
He reads it, nods at me, disappears for a minute, and comes back with a new sheet of paper.
He says, "so come back tonight!"
And I'm like, what? I'll come back. Responsibility and resourcefulness should be encouraged!
That's how we'll make progress, my dear! How many hedgehogs are out there!
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