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Parmesan Cheese And The Aladdin's Lamp

Being a compulsive writer—in the sense that I write, I enjoy it and I can't stop doing it—I am convinced that our mind is 'the Aladdin's lamp'. All we have to do is tickle our brain and off we go: a puff of smoke containing every possible dream and desire comes out, ready to be unravelled in front of our very eyes. With a stroke of my hand i touch my Aladdin's lamp waiting for the genie to come out of my ears. It doesn't matter where I am, it can happen anytime, anywhere: while I am sitting on the bus, queing up at the supermarket, buying a sweater or chopping onions; not that I buy sweaters or chop onions that often.

...One night I found a big piece of cheese, perfectly sealed in its airtight plastic wrapper, on top of a letter box in Wimbledon. I recognized it immediately it was a gigantic piece, slice, chunk of Parmesan  glowing under the reddish-orange street light. How could anyone have missed it? Parmesan cheese under a spot light! It could have been the setting for a new add. At first I walked passed it and carried on, but a relentless voice inside my head kept saying Parmesan cheese, Parmesan cheese, Parmesan cheese incessantly. I turned round and rushed back to the letter box, as quickly as possible, and pocketed the cheese, still there waiting for me. As soon as I dropped it into my rack-sack I regretted it immediately. What was I doing picking up cheese that had been sitting on a letter box? Was I crazy? What if someone had poisoned it to teach a lesson to people like me? But it was too late to change my mind, I was already sitting on the underground train heading for North London.  How did the story end?
(1st ending) I must confess that I never did ate the cheese, it went down the rubbish bin the same night. What can i say in my defense? Quite simply: I just couldn't resist picking up a big lump of cheese sitting on a red letter box!
(2nd ending) The cheese sat in my fridge for a few days before I could eat it. I nibbled a little piece at first and waited anxiously for 24 hours  wondering how long it was going to take before I had to be rushed to the local hospital. But nothing happened. So I enjoyed the rest of it and decided that after all it had been a risk well worth taking!

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