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This from the
Charles Bridge over the Vltava River in Prague in the Czeck Republic. Jazz
band performing. In person the trumpet player looked like a corpse. The
clarinet player also sang raspy blues.
That's my sweet
Krumpli (potato) sitting on a bench in Zagreb, Croatia. During the early
90's Balkan Wars, parts of Zagreb were hit by Serb missiles. In the background
here, an art gallery. The mustard yellow building is quintessentially eastern
European (so many yellow buildings ranging from Mustard to Egg Yolk to
the brightest of yellows that we refer to as Disco Yellow).
The Adriatic
coast of Croatia, in the charming city of Split. Photo was taken a few
days after Christmas. It was in the 50s there. 
More
of Split, or Spalato as the Italians call it. The former vacation home
of the Roman Emperor Diocletian resides here in ruins (a palace). This
is the view from some big tower thingy. 'Twas rhapsodic until I ate the
accursed pizza of my ruin. I ended up spending most of my time in Split
in paroxysms of food-poisoning cramps. Ow.
Dig this: the
John Lennon Wall in Prague. I am flashing my peace sign in front of a tribute
to the international language of Esperanto (I am writing a novel about
an Esperanto cult in South Dakota although I hate it right now). They say
that I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one....
That is St.Vitus'
Cathedral on the grounds of the Palace in Prague.
I'm always taller
and have bigger tits in my imagination, but here I am on a less interesting
bridge over the Vltava in Prague. More interesting is what's behind me,
the what's-it, I think they call it the Palace District, in Prague. The
Czeck government still resides in the Palace that was built back when gas
didn't cost anything because everyone was riding around on horses wearing
armor and fighting like primitives, they didn't have any of these fancy
schmancy smart bombs that killed civilians in one fell-swoop, they had
to kill them one at a time....