It’s 17:08h and i leave at 18… The last days were so full i left at 20:30h at least but today everything is done and i’m set to go home. Looking at the clock in the wall makes me remember how time can be stretchy even on Einstein’s point of view. The second’s hand is taking at least a minute to move. Somedays have only twenty minutes and others have two hundred hours. Years pass in a couple minutes and some important moments can take forever to finally happen. It’s so interesting how do we relate to time and yet our clock does not know anything about it. It a really dumb machine! All the days have the same amount of seconds as if in reality it was just like that. I guess that “relativeness” of our time (not the Einstein one, mine one LOL) is of major importance to our human existence. It makes us feel immortals. Ten or forty years old and feel almost equally distant from death. I makes us feel fresh. Ten or forty years alo and we feel like we still have a lot to live and a lot to learn. Sometimes on monday we wake up with thirty and just after a short phone call we may feel sixty. It’s all so relative. My father is seventy and i’m forty but he is surely younger than me. If one day he leaves me i’ll grow easily thirty years on that same day. And the clock doesn’t know anything about this.