I think all stomach's end in Rome. I've never eaten as well. It's paradise. Can't believe someone wrote about Rome without once mentioning food! Neuveritelna! Just saying - iacta alea est. I missed the whole Gladiator movie, was hiding away in E.Europe all the 90s. I came back to civilization and everyone said I was the guy from Gladiator. We all have our dopplegangers. Maximus my own.
I bounced around Europe. Corsica, Italy, Kyiv but home base was Karlovy Vary 89 - 99. Wiping the coal dust off the window sill, nurturing my good soldier Hasek, drinking gallons of Staropramen and scratching my cats with Hrabelem. Fun time, lots of growth. Now just tourists and dicks. Will read - can't over recommend Rome for food. Real working man's food.
Yes, I do like running water ... places where things are coming and going. Lived many places but the Czech mind and my beloved Hrabal are unique. I love your writing when you "let go" and go places you weren't planning. You sing that bohemian tune well. Ah, what I'd give to be drinking Radegast again, by the pitcher, throwing it down onto the street, the gypsy kids hearing it clang and then running to fill it for me. Good days, Je to real. I will dig into more of your writing.
This is good and well illustrated thinking. This morning given an intersection of events reading this makes me think we are like quarrelsome five year olds - stoking the fires of vengeance and being trapped in cycles of revenge for generations. Our tyrannical overlords intentionally help stoke these fires in a never ending cycle of perpetual war for perpetual peace.
Roads also to bring in the resources necessary to maintain the hierarchy.
I think all stomach's end in Rome. I've never eaten as well. It's paradise. Can't believe someone wrote about Rome without once mentioning food! Neuveritelna! Just saying - iacta alea est. I missed the whole Gladiator movie, was hiding away in E.Europe all the 90s. I came back to civilization and everyone said I was the guy from Gladiator. We all have our dopplegangers. Maximus my own.
I bounced around Europe. Corsica, Italy, Kyiv but home base was Karlovy Vary 89 - 99. Wiping the coal dust off the window sill, nurturing my good soldier Hasek, drinking gallons of Staropramen and scratching my cats with Hrabelem. Fun time, lots of growth. Now just tourists and dicks. Will read - can't over recommend Rome for food. Real working man's food.
Yes, I do like running water ... places where things are coming and going. Lived many places but the Czech mind and my beloved Hrabal are unique. I love your writing when you "let go" and go places you weren't planning. You sing that bohemian tune well. Ah, what I'd give to be drinking Radegast again, by the pitcher, throwing it down onto the street, the gypsy kids hearing it clang and then running to fill it for me. Good days, Je to real. I will dig into more of your writing.
This is good and well illustrated thinking. This morning given an intersection of events reading this makes me think we are like quarrelsome five year olds - stoking the fires of vengeance and being trapped in cycles of revenge for generations. Our tyrannical overlords intentionally help stoke these fires in a never ending cycle of perpetual war for perpetual peace.
As one who is of the Felix legions - or whose name, at least, is Felix - I approve of this post.