meeting Othello

on the way back from the restaurant last night, driving down a little winding road coming down the mountain, we 'stumbled upon' a blind horse, walking on the road. not really blind. he was blindfolded. and obviously not where he should be. i got out of the car to stay with him, despite my very basic knowledge of horses, while my father and sister drove to the nearest place to ask them whether they'd lost a horse. my sister said she'd felt a bit foolish asking the question, but she couldn't really say anything else...

in the meantime, i was trying to make friends with the 300kg beast. not an easy task when the beast in question can't see a thing. i decided that it was safer for him if i took off the blindfold. after all, if another car came by, it'd be easier for him to survive with all five senses. i must admit it was easier to get close to him with it on, but then again... once off, i tried to convince him to follow me into a field, but he liked the road. suddenly, a guy came out of the darkness, calling him. unfortunately, that seemed to rattle the horse, which suddenly decided to run the other way. except that was where i was. it was a scary 10 seconds, but i managed to get out of the way.

the guy came and explained it wasn't his horse, but that he'd go call the owner if i could stay another 5 mns. uh...sure. but as the guy left, the horse followed. and walked straight into a stable. very weird. in the meantime, the guy had called the owner, who was on his way. we talked for a while and found out the horse's name was Othello. i guess i must have been Desdemona for a few minutes there...