In his shoes

Last week I had this weird experience. I was asked to translate for a civil law notary in the morning and in the afternoon. As travelling back and forth made no sense I asked whether it was alright if I spent the time in between the assignments at the notary's firm. This was fine. He even let me use his own desk and said 'then you can pretend to be a notary for a day'.

I tried. It was nice to be among beautiful things: a leather desk top, beautiful drawings on the wall, chic accessories and stationery wherever I looked. But at the end of the day life is all about people and not about things. The only moment in which I really enjoyed being in the notary's shoes was when the man himself entered the room at lunch time with a piece of cake he had fetched at home 'here you go, then you have something to eat.'

Guess there are days in which one can have one's cake and eat it.