A Story About A Basketball


See this ball. It’s a ball like many other balls in Portland. It’s lying on the street. A normal ordinary street in a nice-ish neigbourhood. That ball will still be there tomorrow. And it will still bounce.

Everywhere I’ve ever lived before that ball would have been dead within an hour. A pissed student would have kicked it somewhere out of reach, a pitbull would have burst it, some kids would have nicked it for profit or just for fun, pretty much it would be killed 100 times in an hour.

I’m not quite ready to actually trust people yet, but it’s nice to live in a place where you can leave a ball on the street overnight.

6 thoughts on “A Story About A Basketball”

  1. I moved from London to Amsterdam recently (ish)and I experienced the same thing. Took me about 6 mths. to get it and it still freaks me out sometimes. the really freaky thing (I now realize) is that if I’d never left I would never have imagined humans capable of living like this. Here it’s not basketballs though, it’s bikes.

  2. Ditto.
    Probably don’t have to lock your car either.

  3. I really am actually wanting to know if the ball will stay there for a while!
    Not followed your blog much, but I found it in my favourite list the other day for some reason and so I’ve been reading it and it is quite entertaining!

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