Bear and Persia and the state of the world.

I put Bear in bed and closed the door. Then I sat down to write something about the state of the world.

I had just started when Bear came out.

“What are you writing about now?” he asked.

“Nothing you’d understand.”

“Try me,” he said.

“All right, Mr Smarty Pants. I’ve been worrying about the problems in the Middle East.”

“I’ve no idea what you are talking about,” said Bear. “Look out the window.”

“Why? What’s out the window?”

“The sunset,” said Bear. “This morning you made a big deal about the sunrise and you got all wet and poetic about Texas. What about the sunset? It’s the same sun.”

“So. What’s your point Bear?”

“My point is,” said Bear, “Sunsets are important but taking your bear down to the lake to look at the sunset is more important. It is the relationship that is the thing.”

“I’ve got no idea what you are talking about Bear.”

“Look, John. You go off with that camera of yours and you take lots of lovely photographs, but what about bears and ducks and people?”

“Well people don’t like having their photos taken by a complete stranger.”

“Rubbish,” said Bear. “What about that bloke from the Canary Island who was drinking Yerba Mate. Jonas Gonzales, was his name.

“How do you remember his name Bear?”

“I probably takes more interest in people than you do!”

“Rubbish.”

“Listen, John. I would like to go down to the lake to look at the sunset. Maybe I’ll meet someone interesting.”

“Alright Bear. If you say so.”

So we went down to the lake.

And there, sitting on the fly fishers’ jetty were two people.

“Take me there,” said Bear. “Just sit me down and see what happens.”

“Would you like us to move?” said the man.

“No,” said Bear. “Just stay where you are. But can I have a shot from the other side?”

“Yes. Of course,” said the lady.

So I took a shot from the other side.

“May I see?” asked the lady in the yellow shirt.

“Of course.”

“That is lovely.”

“Where are you from?” Bear asked.

“We are from Persia, Iran. What is the bear’s name.”

“I call him Bear,” I said.

She smiled. “May I hold Bear?”

“Of course.”

“The West has not been kind to Iran,” I said.

“No!” she said. “Take another photograph.”

 

She smiled and kissed Bear on the nose. “Thank you Bear,” she said.

“No,” I said. “We thank you.”

We came home and I was still puzzled about the state of the world. But I am smiling.

 

17 thoughts on “Bear and Persia and the state of the world.

  1. I have spent a lot of time working with indigenous Australians. I don’t see the colour of their skin. My son doesn’t see their colour either.
    I see Simeon from Masig who misses his father, Sibuwa from Iama who’s in trouble with the law and Idabi from Mer who has ten children.
    It is the relationship with the person, not their skin colour or the different clothes they wear.
    Good on old Bear who is happy to be cuddled by a foreign lady.

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