last sunday most shops in hannover, for reasons unknown to me, decided to open.
it was in one of them that i found a pink pig, lonely amongst the traditional bears. he was the last one of his species in the shop, some stitches starting to undo, and the price tag marked in red: REDUCED, from 7 euros to 3,50. rather humiliating for such a cute swine.

i had no doubts we had to be friends.
and so Percival was born. Perci, to his pals.

here he is, sitting at Jack The Ripper’s, advertising for SCUM, my favorite night spot at the lower saxony (yep, they’ve reopened):

at home, after a shower and some new stitching, telling me that he could work the “intelectual blogger” part.