the taste of liberty

When we got to Paris, a friend of my mother gave us twenty francs.  I was hungry and left the hotel to get something to eat. These twenty francs were all the money we had and it was not clear if and when and how much more I could get.  Not far found a vegetable store. A kilo of bananas was five francs. Extraordinary. In my entire life I had not eaten more than three, maybe four bananas. In total. Splendid, happiness! I bought two kilos. Ate five or six bananas on the spot. Later on that day I was throwing up in the bidet.

Liberty (name change)

When did it happen? This Liberty Plaza, where I spent so much time following 9/11 is going now by Zucotti. (which rhymes with manicotti) Park. The settlement now provides for an entertaining visit. On a first trip to a local fair everything seems genuine. Probably at the second visit...the fake, the commercialized...Tents and peddlers, tourists, signs and  one flag, a young lady trying to quietly read a hard cover book. Happy anarchy and food stands.Bored policemen. Cameras and tourists. Failed politicians, would be politicians, extremist politicians, actual politicians (whatever that means). CircUSA.  Yes, a country fair.  A petting zoo minus the farm animals.....