Prahaha, the jokes on you....

Prague was a let down. It really was not what I had wanted in a city. I know, it's a tough act to follow Berlin, but it was just another city. It was like Tacoma with cobble stone, or a Seattle with spires.

Europe is not funny anymore!

Before coming east I would walk down the street and become a participant in some rare festival. Free beer, free food, happy faces all around.

Now here I am, behind the Iron Curtain, getting looks kicked in my direction.

I am no longer a participant in a festival. I am no longer getting laughs for free. I am paying for it mentally and physically. I'm getting older just by being in the here and now.

I am embracing my seclusion but begging for company. I am dreaming of a life somewhere I am not. I am drinking poisons to rediscover everything I already knew. I am no longer living in Disneyland, I am standing around watching history continuously shit kick the meek.

I am the associated with the authors of this historical text. I am a Canadian associated with North America, associated with America, associtated with the devil, soon to be condemned to another shift of power.

Hell, it already began a long, long time ago. Soon enough, the forgotten authors will be historically shit kicked by a new renissance.

The rules have changed with the faces, and the hair colour, and the eyes, and the mentality. I am slowly drifting towards the outskirts of my safety.

I see deception in the eyes.
Theift is a child's game, revenge is for the young men, spite is for the golden aged.
Anyone can steal. Anyone can kill. People will do anything when you believe you have been cheated your whole life.

Hemmingway once wrote "the world is a fine place, worth the fighting for."
I see it differently. The world is a horrible place when fought for.

But then again, I have never had to fight for anything my whole life through. What would I know?

Krakow sticks out amongst the shit in Poland. It's nice and tidy. The city center is clean and under constant protection by roaming police vans.

The country side is vile and unkempt. Vacant buildings still stand along the railroad. Piles of brikes and piping are scattered over old industrial sectors. This is not God's Country. This country has been forgotten and left to rot. But Krakow is peaceful.

An oasis amongst the wastelands? I don't know, it's hard to forget their tainted past.....