Yesterday, I had more than a fifth part of what left for editing of novella. It was (and still is.) under broken heater, but cold doesn’t disturb me. I even forgot about this fact. However, such condition makes better work for brain. This what requires for artist. One my novella of Tales on Wanderings came to me under these circumstances in which I was imprisoned. That’s switching on of surviving mode. I believe in my assumption of cleverness of Israeli nation in because they were surviving. I was fully devoted into editing. Surprisingly, I understood and I saw the ending page what was in that evening. I was exciting more then I made the first draft. I looked back on fact that my writing became so long, but it was interrupted by feeling it doesn’t mean after everything. I celebrated milestone with the last of Aberfeldy 12. Now, I’m going to enter into the second editing, which will in special places and will care about details.
Anyway, it goes wonderful. Twenty days ago, my pen, which I forgot in Italy, was delivered. I thanked Michelle for this and everything. His answer contained on “hope to see you again”. Ah, if I were a rich man yubby dibby dibby dum. I only can have this life for little time. But that absence of culture in the Europe. One more dislike I have to queues. I saw that young people haven’t physical capability to make warning on leaving. I wanted to send one to hospital when I was leaving Venice. He went away to other cash desk by thinking it serve. I checked it before to stay in this row, therefore I expected his return and actually I always keep polite if person walks away – I wait, because, maybe, he/she has a reason. I didn’t make a step forward and that man returned and stood on his place. If I would move, it could have been his direction to hospital or anything I would break in him, because I lost limits for long ago in past. People were horrified by my acts in my the last time of fighting, but it even was when I hadn’t total loose. So, I probably save myself. I saw only elder people can apologize for wrong as a woman, who should be a part of family holding this splendid and cozy hotel in Perugia, expressed that for leaving bags with food at entrance – I answered “That’s all right”. Poland is progressive in culture in comparison with Italy. Certainly, a taxi driver wasn’t suppose to use lights on forward slowly moving car and make unhappy gaze on that chauffeur although he did a great for me in that Warsaw night after I stayed until three on border. There is special in wilderness place. It possible to assume that women for passport check on border are specially choose with deaf requirements, because they incapable to say retorted “hello” and they can talk only by screaming. Don’t tell me that sit many hours is equal to work on mine or on field. They are identical to Muscovy workers who also don’t like when you smile. However, I was moving to Modlin airport in the next morning when sweet young man helped with guiding. I came to a highway road, which had a zebra for pedestrians. On the right side was moving a truck. I usually don’t expect stop due to a big speed and especially if you don’t start to cross a road. However, a driver of the truck pushed on a break and I crossed and showed gratitude. Hardly imaginable in Italy. This Poland is wonderful by that in two-star hotels can be a luxurious breakfast as I had in Lodz in January in which choice of food advances a four-star hotel in wonderful part of Rome (the Italian hot tub, do you remember?). It has Bree, mio dio!
I was again in satisfaction with editing of my novella whereas I want to immerse myself into other fiction writing and I know what I will write. I don’t want to mention anything on how it will go. Today, I received another free bottle – MacArthur’s Blended Scotch Whisky. An Italian stinky cheese suppressed experience of that drink. Taste has no specificity. I caught alcohol, which dominated when I was using. Whisky already begins to burn when in a mouth and it never pleasant. Aftertaste is lightly all right some time later and for short period from where it converts into displeasure of characterless drink. I didn’t finish a glass.
