One easily becomes "home-blinded" (meaning; can't see things you've become too familiar with). As when in Egypt when the taxi driver couldn't understand why we wanted to go to the pyramids, because he knew of far more interesting things to show us (and indeed he did).
We that live around the Baltic Sea actually have our own "pyramids" right infront of our noses, if we go to the nearest sea beach and look down. The ingenious engineering accomplishment I'm talking about is all these brown ping-pong balls one will find scattered everywhere along the Baltic coast. According to ancient legend they come from an accident in the seventies when someone at an industry somewhere just happened to tip a giant container with millions of ping-pong balls out into the sea. What these balls were supposed to be used for is something you, dear reader, might be able to enlighten us with? Use the comment form if you have some insider information to share. Perhaps they should be used to salvage some shipwreck; filling its hull with balls making it float up to the surface? Or was it a vain and megalomanic attempt to transform the Baltic Sea into a giant ball room? Were they used to study ocean currents; how would the balls spread if dropped on a certain location? Well, anyone living around the Balitc Sea can tell that they spread everywhere.
A peculiar detail in this story is that some years it seems to pop up more and fresher balls, a few years ago I thought most of them had weathered away - but the photo above which I took yesterday proves the opposite.
We the coastal population of the Baltic who are somewhat below 40 in age by now and have grown up with these free ping-pong balls and see them as a natural part of the archipelago, they are like it is with ads on the Internet - we don't see them at all. If this had been a movie these balls could have been a sign of a sneaky extraterrestrial invasion, or rather an invasion from some superior subsea civilization; probably Atlantis (unimaginative as Hollywood movie makers usually are). Whatever, The balls have become an important part of our cultural heritage; who of us did not bring home buckets full of these balls when we were kids, and because of that inevitable became impressed into thinking "sea, picknicks, happiness" when confronted with brown, smelly balls? Because of this these ping-pong balls of the sea ought to be preserved, protected by law in our cultural conservative society, upon that our future generations also will find joy in them!
