Bearing Bad Luck

Last Sunday decided to have lunch at an Indian restaurant. It had closed. Each time I start patronizing a restaurant it closes. This is a maledizione since I voted for Mondale. Go to the opera. The conductor is  sick. The soprano is sick. The tenor lasts only one act. The Giants  might be leading by ten points. I turn the TV on. They lose. I  enjoy watching Hung. It is cancelled. I throw my support to Gingrich, he collapses. Someone is reading this blog....

Evoria

She sings and I drive. For years now she's been my mate on long and short travels. In this language that I rarely recognize her songs seem mysterious. Probably they are simple. The sweet undulating mother. Perfumado. Did she sing sad  or happy  songs? should I cry or should I laugh?  We are not at the end of our journey. I hope.

Havel

He had become a brand. Of civilization and democracy. Of the intellectual engaged in history making. The essential central European ideal.