EARTH IS FLAT

Just this last weekend, and not having planned this before, I found myself in the middle of an pleasant evening being a kind of a funny dinner—but unfortunately not a romantic dinner anyway.

The reason? … a Mr. FLAT-EARTHER…..

So, there I was… having dinner while listening to his theories and nonsense about the Earth being some sort of infinite flat universal plane. So, some kind of philosophical question popped into my head. I was wondering when but also at what exact moment of the day it does really begin the day on the EARTH— considering this of course, from a TERRAN point of view.

Let me explain…

Just the day before yesterday, I woke up around 2 a.m. here in Europe, because of an email from a client in Japan that pinged on my phone. Mr. Japan, for whom it was around 9:00 a.m. in Tokyo, was wishing me “good morning” while also throwing me my first task for what he thought was the first homework in my early morning. I’m aware the sun rises bright and early in the East, but I decided to turn straight back toward my pillow—“the Nipponese can wait,” my other subconscious kept saying and repeating to me all the time.

Later in the morning, around 8 a.m. here in Europe, I got up, had breakfast, and went straight to my laptop to reply to that yellow fellow who had woken me up in the middle of the night. Once my day had started (here in Europe), I dove into my usual routine: answering emails, solving issues with different departments, a few calls with Europe and Africa, and then lunchtime.

Curiously, I know it’s lunchtime for two reasons. First, because my biological clock demands it in the form of hunger. But second—and this one never fails—because across the Atlantic (mainly the Caribbean and Central America), at my 2:00 p.m. in Europe they begin to bombard me (literally) with intensive WhatsApp messages at their 8:00 a.m on the other side of Atlantic…. And beware: it seems “Mr. Email” never quite made it to those countries (our Hispanic friends there don’t seem to like Bill Gates). Their world spins around Mark Zuckerberg and the futuristic “META.” And from then on, those “guys” won’t stop bombarding me with “voice messages” until about 11:00 p.m. here in Europe.

Around 6 p.m. here (again, “here” meaning Europe, as long as I’m not traveling), I go off to do my hour of exercise (because without exercise we don’t generate endorphins, and without “endorphins” we will never, ever be happy). So that’s what I do: generate the endorphins stolen from me by the Nipponese of Japan and the Caribbeans of Central America. It’s my time to relax here in Europe…

By 9:00 p.m. here in Europe, I’ve showered and I’m sitting down to dinner while watching a movie (curiously, on TV, “A Perfect World” by Clint Eastwood, 1993). I switch off my phone since at that hour the emails and messages start arriving from the U.S. East Coast, and I’ve decided instead to learn something from the fugitive who kidnaps a boy in Clint Eastwood’s imperfect world.

By the time the movie ends, around 11:40 p.m. Europe time, I decide to turn my phone back on. I’m curious to see if any emails have come in from the U.S. in the form of orders… but I have to head straight to bed knowing that the workday isn’t really productive yet in the States (I think it’s all related to Trump’s tariffs, who has now cut us off in Orlando and California—damn Trump and his tariff barriers!!!).

Ohhhh Noooooo!!!!! I left my phone on again. It’s 00:45 a.m. in Europe, and Mr. Yellow has decided to wake up at 7:45 a.m. in his Tokyo morning. I imagine that by now, over in the Dominican Republic, someone is already giving his “sweet nothings” to one of his “beloveds,” since it’s 6:30 p.m. there—prime time before going back home to their wives. Who knows where in the world the Trumps, Gates, and Zuckerbergs are, enjoying yet another time zone…

And about that damn FLAT-EARTHER from last weekend’s dinner…

Well, damn it!!!! Now I am really wishing him to be right… !!!!!!