Oct 12, 1994
Dear Cindy, |
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Many days ago I got lost while running, ended up doing 7 instead of 2 miles and as a result could not talk for 3 days. The roses are just about dead on their stems in Petrin though the leaves are still green. |
top: Dave on a visit in May '95. We shared some smokes |
It was the first clean air Ive breathed since daytrip to Hradistko with Great Aunt Vera, 83, who tripped on a vine on the way to pick apples; she was peeved when I mixed windfall and freshpicked. Today on Petrin all the steep winding arched-over paths I walked were dripping wet though I dont recall it raining. The intact remains of the citys 600-yr-old mostly fallen wall looked flimsy from the observation tower, a one-fifth scale replica of Eiffel built in 1891. |
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Every word I read & understand in my daily travels smacks of special satisfaction: caution - driveway; close door; push/pull; exit; please make sure you close elevator door. Yesterday I had to walk all the way upstairs due to my not properly latching shut the elevator. I think the skinhead who lives across the hall wrote the elevator note; I seem to recall his latenight lumbering footsteps & wheezing breath. Last week, Jrcinkawho bakes my gifts of plums and walnuts into delicious warm-from-oven pastries she shares with meshowed me a note on his door from his loan shark saying that if he didnt come up with the 7,000 crowns he was a dead man by the end of the week. Foreign intrigue. |