Sunday 9 July 2017




Too fucking hot to sleep. G has plans to go out hunting before dawn, I'm restlessly walking around the house, reading a bit, watching old David Bowie Movies, retweeting stuff I marginally relate to... It's 2:30... Every once in a while power goes out like we're in Bangkok...

Yesterday was a really lovely day - we picked up dad and drove to my elder brother's place for his BD - he made a superb BBQ-stewed bograch and his lady made some other veggie yummies and amazing bread with sunflower and other like seeds... They are such cool people. We got stuck at his movie collection - we actually have an almost exact taste - his fav movie is Stalker and The Duellists ranks up in the first ten, followed by a hundred I completely agree with... missing perhaps only the Station agent and Arrival.. He also haves great comics and subscribes to the same political magazines. She is a good listener when I reported on what's been the haps for the past few months and we offed to give the leftovers of food to the chickens of the farm she inherited: they ranked from 3-day old tennis balls with beaks to MASSIVE mother hens, bigger even than the noisy rooster. They also have the nicest and most police bullmastiff bitch, which kept sitting her 100 pound bum on my foot and pressing against me, wanting to be tickled on her tummy. We talked hours on end, hiding in the shadow of their house. Dad was telling the story from war when a whole train of Bosnian orphan boys arrived for the picking and all the farmers, shepherds and tradesmen picked theirs to have as apprentices and help, leaving the last two weakest and smallest behind, then picked by dad's sister. (After both his parents dies, she was the head of the house, she had her own farm.) And she brought the boys up so well suddenly everyone wanted them, and one went of to become the headmaster of a teach school. Those were really weird times. You needed to have cards to get bits of food from the stores, bits of anything wrapped in small paper cones. Except for the farmers, people were pretty fucked right after the war.

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