The Season of Grapes and Figs

Don’t we all seek happiness, peace and love in life? I mean a life without worries.  We learn there is nobody without worries even if we lived in paradise. Personally I am a worrier; I create worries even if there aren’t any. Of course I don’t mean classic health worries such as weight.

I was in the bathroom when I called my wife for help and asked: Is it now the season of grapes and figs? My wife was surprised for she has never seen me panic that way and with angelic innocence inquired: What is it, love? You know there is no specific season for grapes and figs nowadays as before. You can buy them any time of the year if you like. Do you want me to get you some?

No, thanks I said, I didn’t mean that. I looked at the lower part of my naked body and remembered the Kurdish saying which goes like this:

In the season of grapes and figs

Penis is shorter than eggs

(translated from Kurdish, the dialect of Rawanduz)

وه ختی تری و هه نجیری

گون شورترن له کیری

Do I need to consult a doctor now? What is this brown spot on my cheek? I think my right eye is smaller than the left. Then, my mind interrupted and said: In the season of grapes and figs you stoop very deep, become childish and turn to a crackpot. Just compare yourself with the others to see how ridiculous you are now.

Jamshid, Bremen, 7 May 2015