Sitting on a terrace bar outside Katharina's House in Foz, tackling a caipirinha, the world's strongest alcoholic drink, chit-chatting with the hyper boss, "sober for 15 years", whizzing around working, and two Hungarian chicas, leaving the next day for Sao Paulo where they worked as dancers in a city with a quarter of a million Hungarians emigres, and this song came on and is my favourite of the year (an award was offered but none of them bothered to come and pick it up from the ceremony held in the pub on Rumburk Station platform one summer's evening when Tonda Novak memorably puked up on the 00.22 express to Seiffhennersdorf, which he'd mistaken for the pub toilet) ... Comments are closed.
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‘I don’t understand why when we destroy something created by man we call it vandalism, but when we destroy something created by nature we call it progress.’ Ed Begley Jr. * "The more I see of Humans the more I like my dog." Mark Twain * Only when the Last Tree Is Cut Down, The Last Fish Eaten, And the Last Stream Poisoned, Will Man Realize That Money Cannot be Eaten Cree Indian proverb Nb. Doesn't work in Google Chrome, no idea why not...
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