The city is full of disfunctional people. They are decaying with the paint and plaster on each city block. I feel so perfect when I cross Chain Bridge with the jingle-jangle of loose change in my pocket. To my left, I pass a broken man, gymped from birth? maybe destroyed over time. He is begging for money without using words. I wouldn't understand him anyways.
He is nothing and I am everything but, yet, I lend him nothing.
Is this horrible?
Back home it is Thanks Giving (My parents told me, so it must be true). I have missed the annual family festivities. The turkey, the mashed potatoes, the conversations and free beer.
After picking up my new debit cards from the Embassy, I picked up my own supplies to cook up my own Thanksgiving dinner. Things are different this year. Things are always changing but yet they stay the same.
Tomorrow I leave for Brasov. Home of myth and lore. I leave at 7:45am and I am expected to arrive at 8pm. It is going to be a long day stuck in one seat but at least I am out of this corrosive metropolis.
Good bye Danube... I'm sure we'll meet again some where down the road....
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