<oembed><type>rich</type><version>1.0</version><title>Roman Simon wrote</title><author_name>Roman Simon (npub1vq…mawwd)</author_name><author_url>https://yabu.me/npub1vqfwt6k4rtwwpt3wqkg6yxr4lzsflr9edx4ehgty5d4tz7hjpt9szmawwd</author_url><provider_name>njump</provider_name><provider_url>https://yabu.me</provider_url><html>– Well. He’s done well. Everyone’s happy it worked. Everyone. Nice.&#xA;– Six months of silence. Yesterday — a hundred calls. They are not calling him. They are calling the result.&#xA;– People just didn’t know.&#xA;– They knew. Silence is an answer too. Just a quiet one.&#xA;– A coincidence.&#xA;– One coincidence is a coincidence. A hundred is a rule. When it’s bad — silence. When it’s good — a line. The line is not for you. The line is for the result.&#xA;– So how do you tell who is actually glad?&#xA;– By the collapse?&#xA;– How?&#xA;– Say everything fell apart. Watch the face. The first second is the truth. The second is already a performance. By the way: everything fell apart. They took the views down. What a shame.&#xA;Too late. You didn’t rehearse the first second.&#xA;– Fine. For real. I’ll call. Brother, I’m so happy for you. What do you say back?&#xA;– Where were you?&#xA;– Busy.&#xA;– Six months? See — you are not glad for me. You are glad you didn’t arrive late.&#xA;– And still: everyone is glad.&#xA;– Tell them it collapsed. Whoever stays — those are the ones who are with you.</html></oembed>