I don’t think, written angry letter to Customs Affairs of Polish Republic about unpolited female workers on border had influence. I always do such things if something don’t like it. Nevertheless, women, which I met, were sweet in this time. I situated in Poland again, which I didn’t desperately perceived in this visit. I stopped with forty zloty in a pocket and all of them were spent on pasta, a couple of patties and lemon juice in gas station cattery. I didn’t try to explain to workers that pasta should be cooked on few minutes less. I felt wonderful by situating in Poland.
I was thinking to busy myself by downloading and playing in lovable Governor of Poker 2, which gave me knowledge on Texas towns what makes me to look as local. However, I found time by reading news before I reached Modlin airport.
No upcoming and no almost released games propelled to play. That unchangeable feeling. Gameplay of Steel Seed was demonstrated. Everything explodes and breaks nearby of a main heroine while demolitions don’t touch places of her movement what is absolutely unnatural and you can’t have believe in danger. I began with skepticism and it was right. While lifebars are actually here – they will if you fail stealth, which was poor parody of legendary Splinter Cell games. That was twenty years ago, the year 2003 was plentiful on monumental games. Whereas Aliens: Dark Descent perceived as B-movie. It didn’t change with games. Seriously said phrase “Dead? That’s not funny” – it supposed to be comedy, but developers disagree. They devoted to put scare at first what relocates plot outside. It’s a grandiose mistake – a story must be first. Swarm of little xenomorphs attack. One of victims doesn’t look what in front of him and suddenly attacked by one of these aliens. A main heroine left untouched in suddenly became calmed place until, of course, unexpected strike, but she doesn’t allow to be grabbed even she supposed to be by logic. Then she escapes before alien attack. She began to weld door from up until kick of monster, which came soon, whereas the double-door was welded at all. A main heroine decides to express surprise at first time after everything experienced before by saying “What the hell is happening? Everyone’s dying in there” – actress is terrible and has no witnessing before. Dialogs are only trouble. She in situation when supposed to die, but she can’t due to script. Alien crawls, she uses pistol and then escapes while creature screams what against of it’s behavior. Other character’s goal is simple and familiar – he wants to find his daughter. I’m afraid, she will alive. Call me and I’ll fix script by making more sympathetic character who doesn’t want to safe his child and hopes she will die and it will save him from paying aliments. Aliens: Dark Descent is standard RPG with actually having lifebars. Aliens appearance is just thrown bunch. I watched video and already tired from gameplay. Enough observation of everything of that.
Night Warsaw reminded on it’s charming. I came with feeling of familiarity. A half year passed since that is a big time, but it didn’t look that I absented. I was glazing on buildings from a window. I was moving directly to airport for evade any journey. I wanted to minimize experience in Poland. I noted that usually far adult Polaks don’t like when you don’t speak their language. These two drivers were nice people. They were moving to hotel after Modlin and it situated on same street as mine. I had to pass hundred houses what turned to a pleasant stroll. Mostly it was in quiet. There were rare people and only noise was in one house in which disco was.
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The first unusual happened in the morning when I was going to pass my key and move on bus station, which machine transfers to airport. A manager absented. I was waiting for some time. Then I knocked his door. He gave voice. I pronounced a learnt Polish word that I’m leaving. It worked at second time. The manager walked and memorably shined in underwear. He just had shower.
I was sitting in bus alone. A driver and a controller were outside. I was waiting for long. It was 7.20. A gate will close at 7.55. I moved to the controller from whom purchased ticket and said him that I’m hurry. He answered, the bus will move soon and it will take ten minutes. Almost soon the bus left station. Ride took more less time. I came to Modlin and had minutes for buy sandwich and a bottle similar to Gatorade for have breakfast before came to queue, which was ending. I always come to this moment. There is no reason due to I have paid sit. Even I see that somebody Italian took it, what isn’t rare thing and it was in this time, I just reminded that place per window is mine.
Among landscapes from plane’s windows I adore to look the most look on mountains. Sometimes I wish to walk there now, but that thought wasn’t in that flight. I saw other astonished me places. One was a small town, which houses made circle, which situated in center and it assumed as a main square. Forest was outside of buildings, which made angle shapes ended in roads. There were nine angle around. Ten similar angles followed then. I would wish to know what was a town before Italy. Because other wonder, which was soon seen was Venice. It was a unique entertainment to see this city from a sky. It’s incredible beautiful and mighty. I was surprised when I knew many years ago that buildings appeared before water, because I thought vice versa.
I could be thunderous and, maybe, claim that I don’t wish to come again, but I know that I will visit Italy and who knows what else can occur. Bologna was my first destination. Pisa is closer, but I was there. And I’m familiar with Florence, which also shorter in distance of Bologna. I arrived, because I never was there. A city is famous in arches of church Madonna di San Luca, which quantity is equal to beast’s number. However, it’s outside of city while I also had time in, probably, fifty minutes. I couldn’t know Bologna. I chose it for hiding traces. I didn’t want that my goal was disclosed. I was moving on what I hoped by long-time wish and, basically, it was inner call, which I had for the last time. I had in thinking that I behave reckless. I accurately walked in town for something catching in eye. It was industrial part, which modern and acceptable for eye structures were installed nearby of cozy past buildings situated on not wide streets. Walking in that last part caused me to ask in thoughts, “Why wasn’t I born in Bologna?” It had that wish alongside with that I wanted to situate in Italy of fifties and sixties.
Train journey began with somewhere hour and half of riding bus to Prado. I was falling into sleep, because I was chaotically dreaming for the last time. Many and long tunnels contributed to that stance. I don’t like to sleep in a daylight. Maybe, my goal is cause to that. I recalled Nikola Tesla made mechanism in which he falls in one-second sleep and it makes him vigor for hour. I tried to find confirmation, but didn’t find though this method has truth. I was entering into dream kingdom. My hand was sliding and was going to fall from my knee, but self-preservation made me to wake up. It was for multiple times, but was less one second. Once I felt deeply and after that I didn’t want to sleep. The bus almost arrived in this little city to that moment.
Learn local language, because sometimes they don’t know word or don’t understand sense of mine said. I already it had on train station in Bologna and when I talked with similar train representer in Prado. I thought that I supposed to train to Viareggio, which will after hour when I checked through ostensible wishing to buy ticket on machine that I should take other train, which also to Viareggio. Her explanation was mess. I had somewhere half an hour or fifty minutes and met two beggars who asked for money. All people met in Italy and wanted euro from me had the most brilliant English. I thought that this person could do more better with speaking good English. Certainly, it’s not objective rate. Maybe, they know only this phrase.
Italy has a grandiosely elaborated movement between stations. You come in one town, have five minutes for train to other station. I had two changes for reaching Pietrasanta, a little town in Tuscany, which wasn’t unknown for train worker in Bologna airport from whom I understood from second time how to leave airport. I saw in Italy and I experienced and heard on that around of the world that is not everybody can know geography and memorable places. They don’t visit what is a short distance for them and can be part of morning walking. I would happy to live in such places and have such opportunity to visit instead take movement in thousand miles.
I wouldn’t cross western coast of Italy if I hadn’t confusion with payment in San Gimignano. Earlier trains moved in other routes. I missed the first, tickets on the second were sold. I was amazed when I saw these little Italian towns. I was curious to their seen sights, but I froze in feeling in the best way. A half and year later, I arrived in Pietrasanta. It breathes of history when you look on it’s old nd unique for Italy buildings when walking in it’s main square as I stepped out from train in place perceived as another unnoticeable station of little populated area with thought that I arrived with unsettled goal. I had no pillar to believe in that I will achieve in searching. Station was almost empty in arrivals. I left behind a person who met with other one. Otherwise, I could find what to do in these five days and I must enjoy of moments of freedom.
I couldn’t begin with move to Marina di Pietrasanta in which I reserved hotel. I walked to historical part. Many watched photos and videos (among them were from decades ago past.). I made virtual stepping, but it’s historical part, which compare with Old Greece due to architecture, wasn’t available for entering. I stayed there in reality. That made me to point once again that such places are getting of true Italy. I was walking under high heat, a usual weather here.
I was intending to reach Marina di Pietrasanta by walking. I don’t like short and no boulevards places, because not everybody has a car. I was walking through tiny spaces. I couldn’t detect Via Apua, which is a main street. I crossed some distance without clue about rightness. I decided to return to train station in which I saw taxi.
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I wishful to hotels with less stars and to guest houses, because it’s possible to get to know a country by such places. That three-star hotel wasn’t extraordinary in history and anything else. I listened The Doors in the first morning there. Whisky Bar was in beginning, followed by The End and the last was Break on Through (On the Other Side.). I went on breakfast then.
Long dark hair, brown eyes, a big nose, tanned skin, luxurious lips to which I usually aren’t fan, but they are beautiful here –it’s combination, which associative with Italian women, surprisingly makes ideal. Perfection makes when they smile as I had on breakfast when we said to each other “buongiorno”. If you live in country as Italy or France, it’s usual for you, but I was surrounded by darkness and it’s significant for me when somebody gives me a smile. I have frozen image of black security in Musee de l’Armee. I said “bon jour” before entering in another exhibition halls, he responded same and gave a lightly smile. He gave a memorable grandiose smile when I said “merci” later. It was from soul. That was from Italian women on breakfast.
Bicycle is my transport choice for distances in fifteen miles. I don’t bear to situate in filled public transport and especially there are people who can step on your feet and don’t apologize whereas I don’t like to explain things, which intended for very little kids. The bicycle doesn’t require petrol and has no any technical difficulties. A traffic jam doesn’t exist for this transport. A pivotal advantage, which has no other machines, it makes your body better and healthy. But it the most unsafety transport. However, risking factor in riding bicycle and do it in Italy in right angles where you can’t see a moving car and it can’t do same about you. Moreover, fatal collision with Italian (you understand in which sense I mean.) car is death worst than what was with Elvis. The bicycle hasn’t safety belts and airbags and it’s the most dangerous moving transport. I rented it from a hotel. I had suspicion to balance, but, probably, it seemed whereas I familiarized with bad breaks soon. I needed to reach Via Apua while I situated on one-line road, which was against to my intended movement. I saw a person who moved in mine wished direction. I began to roll wheels and realized what actually was obvious. Everybody violates rules and does it in zones, which has sign “no bicycles”. There I met caribenieri who didn’t care. You move to whatever you want. Lights don’t exist for you. The bicycle makes you a king of the road. Nobody will dispute with you. If a car pushes acceleration when sees pedestrian while drivers touches break even you didn’t reach a crossroad. There was a hot weather, but you don’t feel it in riding bicycle – you get a pleasing fresh air. I was crossing shadow places, which created tall bushes. I was dreaming on riding bicycle somewhere in Europe many times. It always was in France. It was happening. I caught that moment with feeling that I deserve everything that for long.
Hotel’s manager talked that parking for bicycle in Pietrasanta everywhere. I never discovered them though I could leave it in any places as it does locals. I chose in car parking places, which in front of cameras, which could help if anything happen. I arrived for detailed observation of little city.
I always getting humbled by crossing a narrow street in Italy (as whole Venice in them.). One of such streets in Pietrasanta. Cross-cutting wind rid me from heat. I opened my arms to coming stream of air. I walked with admiring on architecture and spread of green plants.
I entered in little church between buildings what was curious by that fact, because nothing reminded about it in outside architecture.
Duomo of Pietrasanta, which name is San Martino. It’s story begins from XIII century at least. It doesn’t look as a typical church to which I got tiresome in previous visit of Italy. I was excited by it, but, probably, all that was in my mood, which changed since my entering in Europe. A cathedral was in design variety and created harmony. Marble columns, a painstakingly chiseled stairway, plots in images weren’t pesky in their Christian topics with imaging of any saints whereas that didn’t present at whole. It somewhere reminded war plots as in erased inner image in dome on which I made turned around of body. I detected absence of arc frames between columns. Everything, what made non-perfection, gave a standalone charm for the cathedral. I visited more than once it and I always saw unseen before. But this cathedral isn’t well for cooling after walking in heat.
I was outside at noon. Pietrasanta’s bells gave their ringing. It’s simple thing was extraordinary in watching and listening. Tower’s clock sounded next. I was thinking on people who live in this incredible place and have this everyday though it’s obvious that they’re not astonished as me. I took sitting on a step at duomo for preparing to stepping to La Rocca di Sala, which means Fortress Sala whose story is fulfilled of events in visiting of noble people, changing in fortification and substitute in control between Italian states. Unfortunately, it was limited for access, because the fortress was closed for visiting.
I came for answers, but I got answers on things I didn’t ask. I perceived everything with having on mind that I deserve all that to have every day. Climbing to rocca are places, which makes to recall and get experience of how people reached castles in medieval though their boots weren’t comfortable in comparison with mine sandals – a great invention of mankind in alongside with Jack Daniel’s. I was looking for shadow in which I wanted to stay away from chasing me Tuscan sun. When I came to top, I knew about incredible look from there. That unbelievable on postcard you see in reality. From that point can get beauty of Pietrasanta.
I wasn’t alone. There few lawnmakers were here and did job in their specialty. I made mutual “buongiorno” with a Negro man. Their activity returned to memoirs of my time in America. There I was lawmaking under the sun, which wasn’t torturing. We finished our tasks accurate in time equal to end of first school shift. Richard, who was my boss and Vietnam vet, transported me to home. I entered and switched on an air conditioner on sixty Fahrenheit and I instantly was beatitude. That was a work, which I wanted to do and I wished to work more hours. Aside of my artistry, it was the best job I ever had. Incredible of it in process of landscape designing, nature of Massachusetts, visiting curious places and, certainly, it’s being in a company with boss with whom were pleasant talks from which I knew many spectacular things. I would come back to Richard for same ten dollars even it’s against of current standard of minimum wage.
San Francesco church is imposing outside by façade, which balcony on the second floor makes to assume other and nothing that it can have tie with church. Inside isn’t unique. It represents a standard stuff in images of saints.
I was close to collision with a car in my returning to Marina di Pietrasanta. It suddenly moved out from unseen angle. I couldn’t absolutely stopped. I would crashed into the car if it wouldn’t pushed break. It left me space for went around.
Riders on the Storm was in my head by being king of the road by riding bicycle when I was coming back to the hotel.
I was gripped by historical beauty of San Gimignano, but it’s place is not for long staying. There was a factor that I’m, as I revealed, a person who isn’t comfortable by staying for big time. That I already had with Pietrasanta, which is wonderful town and which is not mine by weather and limitation of opportunities. Marina di Pietrasanta is indisputably is not of my kind too, because I’m not liker of lying on beaches. Five days was too extended for me.
I have shower for multiple times in day and stay for long by liking to sit and think under stream of water. I listened and repeated Spanish Caravan, which wasn’t in original performance and I wanted it in the morning, but I can’t. I put in definitive ignoring YouTube and my preference to Rumble. A point of decision was in cutting (censoring is be correct.) of Robert Fitzgerald Kennedy Jr. who believes that COVID vaccine can cause autism and chemicals in water are dangerous for kids, because they can transform them into transgenders. Everybody has own opinion, which free to express.
I don’t want to relocate to Singapore even as temporarily. Ruling government People’s Action Party is silencing all kind of critics to them. It doesn’t allow to grow opposition party, because they control media and suppress independent news as significant The Online Citizen closed in September 2021 and relocated to Republic of China where revived in September 2022 (it thing reminds Fides in Hungary who pressured on shutdown of Klubradio.). People’s Action Party is influential on decisions of courts and on schools and universities in which praise greatness of this party. You must keeping mom on government if you want to calmly live in paradise.
You want an ice cream after a cigar. I had experience of chewing gum when I was smoking in Venice. You just move your teeth and get zero effect. However, I wanted an ice cream and no more. Hotel’s manager recommended Dolce Dolcetti. I tried to discover, but I couldn’t detect it in that evening and same was in the next day. I saw other shops whose ice cream flavors had chemical look. It remoted and returned to recall tastes, which I had in previous visit of Italy. After unsuccessful searching, I moved to city’s pier. I entered to there and got a caressing breeze, I didn’t feel heat by that. I stood at the end and I look forward and around. I don’t like to swim in seas, rivers, lakes. I don’t like taste of water and it’s untransparent color. I have pleasure to pools. But I couldn’t express “no” to ocean in Brewster. It, actually, Cape Cod Bay, but there is no difference. You sense that is ocean when you enter into water. Buoys in Marina di Pietrasanta gave me one flashback. I recalled how I swam very far away from Cape Cod coast and installed buoys. I was in exciting feeling by doing that. I felt all right when I was alone. There in Marina di Pietrasanta I turned my back after I was in American memories. I expected to see mountains, which indeed were. They weren’t big, but nevertheless a sierra made a spectacular view. I perceived that I situate in fantastic world. These places are wonderful in landscapes and divine taste of fruits, but it’s heat made me to lost my noble white skin and I wasn’t the whitest man in the world. It destroyed my nose, which became alcoholic red, and tattered skin on it.
I abandoned the pier. I made look to beaches and to water, which had of transparency. I approached to beautiful fountain, which water I sometimes used on myself. I found a shop in which I bought two plastic cans of ice cream with cherry. I was thinking in eating of it in the hotel that it’s probably that “migliore usato” passed some time ago. It lost taste and all sugar settled down on bottom.
I rode to Pietrasanta for visiting the most significant it’s restaurant Bisteccheria di Vaticano (The Vatican’s Steakhouse) for taste it’s steak. A big name to that place made fact that I was supposed to make reservation. One of waiters said to wait two hours. I was walking, stopping, sitting at step of Duomo di Pietrasanta. I returned and few more people awaiting their queue too. But I’ve got my table. The restaurant called itself as steakhouse, but offered and big piece of beef and it’s fillet. I ordered the last. The waiter didn’t ask on frying taste. I got a low-fried meat after promised fifteen minutes. I ordered it with baked potato and bottle of water for look as true Italian. Actually, I didn’t want to take ride in drunken state by ordering wine.
Sometimes I had feeling that people on the left table look on my side when I was eating. It was true, because they couldn’t watch that I have steak without wine. They offered me a glass, I declined. Then I wanted to sniff it, but forgot it’s word and it brought to that I got a glass of wine. I knew from that pair that they from Milan and wine’s grape calls Bolgheri, which, as I’ve learnt later, grows in Tuscany and it appeared in 1970s. It hadn’t anything in sniffing and it was acid on taste, which that pair liked. Soon a woman with whom I talked mostly lost interest to me. She wanted something to ask me, but interruption of one waiter cut it and she didn’t resume an intention with her question to me.
That steak was on all right. Wine contributed to relaxing riding bicycle. It was a dark time of day and I knew that light doesn’t work.
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These bicycle riders. That fat woman even dared to watch on me. She likely didn’t experience reality. I was supposed to give it to her if still not my personal flaws. When I arrived in Modlin in this time, I sounded my unhappiness to trio of Arabs who stopped with their suitcases on entrance. However, they apologized.
I had stroll to the pier again. For get a caressing breeze. I’m adaptive to conditions. And I perceived better a local weather to that time. Nevertheless, I looked on temperature in Tuscan city and likeable places in the world. Thirty degrees in Pietrasanta, twenty-two in Paris, twenty-one in New York and tenth level in cities of Montana where it’s capital Helena had the biggest in thirteen.
I made another visit of Pietrasanta. I arrived before appointed time. I entered in the cathedral, which could be a third or fifth time for these days. There was an excursion for children, which guided a man who supposed to be a priest of that place. I saw that one premise was disclosed and had something inside. I always when see a room, which seems not for authorized personal, I enter to there, because I don’t see forbidden signs. I usually meet somebody who ask to leave, but that’s to moment when I already achieved my goal. That was in Enoteca Constantini in Rome when one worker of place guided that impressive American in special room behind cage, which contained expensive wines. I stayed behind until the worker asked about company with American and then after my answer he said that you can enter here only with employee. However, I saw everything there and wines weren’t impressive too. I saw non-special relics (at least what I could see.) in special room of Pietrasanta’s cathedral. I collided with the priest whose two little hands took my left forearm what was against behavior of church servant. If I understand right, he said word “pastore”. I revealed that the priest never heard English-speaking person before, because simple and world-known “Do you speak English?” didn’t work and he couldn’t assume that I could be a lost tourist. I wouldn’t amazed if he keeps a shortgun somewhere, because he was a pattern priest on look. He called somebody from a group who demonstrated a curve smile to me while that man was from same club with the priest. I said “Okay, I’m leaving” – I assume, the priest understood the first word, because he stopped to hold my forearm. What was with his brain? Was I going to rob this cathedral in daylight and in front of many people? Mind of that man was in trouble. I am going to report about this little devil.
Interesting, how did she perceive that moment? “And it was a first time when…” Maybe. Stunning Italian lady, a mystery, which I fated to solve. I opened my arms to her. She impresses even in casual clothe. Later I took attention on her eyes, which are beautiful big. I saw azure oceans in them. I wanted that meeting happened in civilized country. Fortunately, the other didn’t occur. She came with combination of golden retriever and Labrador – the most kindest types of dogs. His name is Brandy.
We sat in her favorite café. I didn’t know what to choose in drinks. I asked waiter about presence of “sprite” in mojito, which included in every venue visited by me. He answered positive. I trusted to stunning Italian lady in choice and she ordered a peach juice as to herself.
That meeting didn’t happen in correct way. I was too mad in behavior, which brought to occurring of it. Stunning Italian lady implemented all her origins. I expressed my view on drivers by pointing on Rome and she said that you must be aggressive there. I responded that I become harsh in crossing road by forcing to stop them and she said that it’s right. I got absolutely Italian from her. Such stance with driving is normal for her while I can’t accept it whereas I was surrounded by pure pathology, which I always rejected. I was in many big cities where people usually don’t behave in this way. I don’t see a point to be aggressive. I can compare that with fight. Aggressive stance makes you stronger, but it will destroying you. You can defeat aggressive people if you know how to fight and keep patience, because the strongest kick can achieve in relaxed stance. However, I call such stance with car drivers and bicycle riders in Italy as inferiority complex.
Our first meeting ended, she moved with Brandy on whom I actually knew before, because I was obsessed about her, I hold my eyes in forward side for keep her in vision, because I didn’t know when I will see her again in the next time. She was far away and on a route, which was to the right. Stunning Italian lady turned to me and waved with smile. Did she expect that I will look to there? I responded in farewell. Then I wanted to catch her again. I unlocked bicycle and rode to her, because our paths could cross again. We made farewell to each other and I heard from her on be careful before drove away to my sadness.
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English of hotel’s manager had only knowledge about his job. I wanted to pump tires in bicycle, but believed that he willn’t understand. I wasn’t wrong when I started to talk about it. Therefore I pronounced a learnt phrase “pneumatici a pompa” in which I incorrectly put emphasis in the first word as I’ve known later. Nevertheless, a manager asked to move outside and he will come. I said right magic words. This wonderful man appeared with a pump, which he used on tires.
I saw everything what I wished in Pietrasanta, that little town of artists whose the best works exhibit on streets and cause me to see talents in them. I could visit other nearby places as my intended to visit of Massa and familiarize with it’s castle seen in train’s window. I added city’s cathedral in my trip. I left bicycle on same spot in Pietrasanta and took a train.
I'm not for punishment to drugusers who do kill themselves by own initiative. I approached to train's door, which opened and I saw an almost scrawnybody man in some South-East Asian clothes who pulled out a thing, which didn't look as a cigarette and he was going to ignite it. I didn't want to witness it how he will take few blows of weed and will liter it then. I know, that I should interrupt him if not damnation. I stayed outside, but my eyes caught how his hand moved in the end. An American pair was sitting on side chairs from both sides of entrance. A woman inclined to a man and said on unusual scent after that stoner moved back and disappeared. It corroborated me in that I must stop to use trains.
I wanted to reach sights by walking. It would be terrible if I would wish to do it in previous days, because I was pouring buckets of sweat. I changed t-shirt every day. Luckily for me, heat of that day was calmer. Massa is contrast to Pietrasanta on one hundred eighty degrees. Pietrasanta is place of Italy, which you always imagine in old brick houses and brown roofs, Massa is industrialized little town by contemporary buildings, unstoppable and big car traffic and modern things as underground – it hasn’t an Italian charm. A sister of stunning Italian lady will give sophisticated and intelligent describing of Massa as it’s a “shittiest town.”
I stopped for buying some water and bananas, which has of green. Latin countries send bananas absolutely green and their ripe in process. I can’t eat yellow now, because they overripped, and prefer with some green, which is an ideal stance – juicy and sweet on taste.
It was easy to reach Duomo di Massa as well as Castello Malaspina, because it had a straight way to them. I decided for confidence to ask local who wasn’t old, but with age. He confirmed my right direction and clapped me in shoulder. I love these Italians! We wonderfully said “ciao” to each other. Senior Italians are nice, cultural in manners and polite people. You will likely hear “buongiorno” from them. I recalled Michelle in Perugia when I asked him about restaurants of local cuisine. He called three places and added that they are not expensive. I said that I’m all right with money. He answered that restaurants will all right with my money too and clapped me in shoulder. Sometimes I thought to return in Perugia in one day even though there is I visited it’s curious places.
Duomo di Massa returned me to tiresome to churches while my mood was positive. I didn’t see exciting in images, design and organ over you at entrance are standard things seen in dozens similar places. I walked down to tombs of saint people whose unknown names couldn’t mean for me. It’s place had autumn stance. One my sandal caught leaf of that time of year from which I rid on a basic floor.
Climbing to castle resumed thought on people from medieval centuries. I missed my point and spent some time for walk around by asking family who were somewhere from Eastern Europe and, I think, from Bosnia and Herzegovina, who also were looking for this building. I asked that question to local who said that way to there is straight. I revealed that I chose wrong road and I was supposed to move up. I came to the castle whose story hasn’t unusual, but it’s beautiful in design. I knew at it’s gates that place opens at four of evening. I had in guts before that I somewhere read it discloses entrance in late hours. Later, I recalled that it was indeed. I didn’t want to wait four hours. I moved back. I lost in these little streets, which returned me to parking point in which I met Balkan family again at third time (the second was at castle’s entrance.). Eventually, I walked out in other direction, but I revealed some time later that it was shorter way to train station and it was an astonishing one. I saw trees with oranges straightly spread on the streets of Massa, but fruits were extremely overriped. They look made instant rejection about taste any of them.
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Stunning Italian lady came up with surprising meeting initiative. It intended to be in Pietrasanta at noon, which I visited in that day in that time, because I didn’t want to situate in the hotel and I was so mad by this femme fatale again. Eventually, she arrived with her sister to place in which I stopped at evening by a car. Certainly, it wasn’t without point why she was with sister (what was an initial intention.). I read about Italians and I little bit understand the world.
Stunning Italian lady gifted me a kit contained ingredients for cooking trofie and almond biscotti, which were divine on taste.
We could talk on everything. Somewhere we pretended that we don’t know these details on each other. Each of us knew beyond, but hid that. I had amazing time. I was getting new information as I agreed in the end on difference of Italian and Spanish languages in listening arguments of stunning Italian lady, because I considered and knew examples that a person who has in wielding one of these languages is supposed to understand other one. I didn’t afraid to say my opinion on lasagna. I didn’t remember at all, but saying on it’s dish, view on Italian cuisine and praising French cooking could be ended in similar way as it was with Mussolini who was funny guy. Sister of stunning Italian lady spoke in unknown language in which I assumed that it was about reprisal on me. Maybe, they decided to let me live. I reread my lasagna experience in San Gimignano. “Well, it’s a porridge mess of pasta with mincemeat, which could fit for people without teeth, loss of tactile sensors and let is add a deprivation of taste to good food.” Perhaps, a memory drop was to saving me.
Ladies offered to me to wear off a jacket and then it was with socks. I was thinking about it, but they stimulated to do these things. We approached to Ligurian Sea and came close to water. I decided to wear off my sandals and rolled up my pants a little bit, because water was coming closer. Sea washed my feet and it was divine feeling. Stunning Italian lady precisely described that it “fresh”. I felt renovation in that part of my body and I had wish to dive at all. However, I already was excited by strolling through beach near with stunning Italian lady while water was washing feet. Before her I wanted to be King of Montana.
We walked to some café in which ordered drinks. I never was liker to cocktail, but I always was seduced by mojito by it’s Caribbean origin, which creates imagination that I somewhere have this drink in a tropic country. Die Another Day has a wonderful scene by which I knew about existence of mojito. I asked on “sprite” a presumably owner of it’s place, which grand imagination of stunning Italian lady gave precisely describing that he was look alike on pirate by his beard and bandana. He gave surprisingly negative answer. Maybe, he is a pirate from Caribbean places? I chose mojito while we were continuing our conversations. I was wrong when I took a dark topic, but stunning Italian lady is easygoing person. Holy Johnny, I witnessed how she can light up ambience in joyful and cozy mood – I would wish to have this ability, but my exterior look isn’t attractive for that and even can frighten people. She was asking me some personal questions as about my age on which I made look that I falter by showing that I don’t wish to answer on it in what made ladies to take for truth, but I said them I’m joking actually. Stunning Italian lady wanted to know from me such things as how I an unemployed alcoholic have money for travelling. An answer about “savings” didn’t make her to believe. Everybody wants to know this, my sources of information and secret of my incredible, spectacular, astonishing and no less than divine sauce.
Mojito was sweet and pleasant on taste and I was in blessed stance by it. We walked to the car. I told them about what I did with Dom Perignon in Paris and Ruinart in Rome. Sister of stunning Italian lady was more shocked by listened while stunning Italian lady called me a “funny guy”. I said that you will stop me if I’ll do such thing again.
I only could hope that they made a positive view about me though I sometimes had of my artistic nature. I made traditional Italian goodbye, which was in two cheeks, with stunning Italian lady, who initiated it, and then with her sister for whom that was sudden but she did joyfully. They moved to the car. I couldn’t end by entering into the hotel. I took a sit on a bench for ostensible fix of my sandals. We waved to each other when our sights crossed.
Hero’s recalling of girl of his dreams walking on a beach near him is always in films. But I had that in implemented reality. She was in tantalizing attire, which a little fluttered by her movement. I could say something what brought her to smile. Perhaps, she was waiting me as in films. I want to believe in this.
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High heat stayed even in strong rain. It was a day when I was leaving. Taxi was a single variant for reach train station. The hotel’s manager numbered many phones till he found a car, which can transport me. We shook each other’s hand. Later, we waved when I was inside of cab.
A train to Viareggio was at 9.42 whereas weather caused delay of it on fifteen minutes. Initially, I was supposed to take train to Lucca, which was at 10.14 by having six minutes. It could take it to time of arrival. The next train was at 12.07. That situated was to perfect for me, because a B&B in which I was going hotel was going to close at 10.30 and open at 12.00. I was walking around by checking bar had higher prices than in shops as usual. I was looking for awaiting room. I found, entered and, suddenly, came a Chinese who started to speak Italian. I used all my knowledge of Italian by saying “No capito Italiano”. He responded that is all right and asked on “WC”. I thought that I probably saw it and I showed direction in two ends of not so long station by using hand. He started to ask and I said that I’m not local. He said that all right again and started to write text on his smartphone. He thought that I didn’t understand him. Chinaman showed his written, which was about “bathroom”. I was his last hope. A reluctant hero who should take burden and help this guy with his searching. I, suddenly, recalled place in my mind and decided to show him personally by saying that I have a lot of time. He didn’t understand. I guided him and we had a pleasant conversation in which we didn’t understand each other. Probably, he thought that I want to visit a bathroom too. I saw a sing and my hand showed him it. He thanked me. I returned to the waiting room for writing of that amazing story. I was thinking on a car is the ideal transport for travelling. You move in any time and you can stop in any time. I was recalling Scotland trip was made by it. I could get a car in my circumstances then.
I was dealing with writing of this journey. It simultaneously was with pre-lunch eating of two bianco yogurts, which I always took from the hotel in Marina di Pietrasanta. There was one more probable luck for me, the rain finished. Maybe, I can don’t worry in reaching B&B.
Lucca is not so known Italian town as Venice and San Gimignano. I remember that I knew about it by reading Life of Castruccio Castracani, a fabricated biography of ruler of Republic of Lucca in XIV century, which written by Niccolo Machiavelli. Did Castracani want to unite Italy as described Machiavelli who wished it? Visiting of Duke’s residence in Palazzo Ducale was part of my tour. I walked out from station, bought a map for one euro and walked to fortress crossing of which left behind contemporary civilization in wild drivers to whom I, as always, didn’t allow to move before me. I entered in tunnel and went out to the past.
I wanted to see an amphitheater before I will enter in B&B. The first entrance arc to there had hedge obstacle. The second welcomed me. I stepped into round square with turning myself on three hundred sixty degrees for see lost color buildings. I wasn’t attract and I wasn’t excited as I did feel to whole Lucca. But it was at first look. I didn’t see precisely this town. Love to was coming in process. I admired on historical brick buildings. I will be charmed by faded colors of houses surrounded amphitheater in next visits. Then I was walking. I looked up and I saw beautifully falling drops of rain, which didn’t hurry to reach ground. The weather had a lovable drizzling rain. I was understanding then – I found my Italy. It is when you stop to curse extreme heat.
A place in which I stayed is perfect – far from city in what I mean noises and it with town simultaneously. I would wish to buy this house. And I had other thing as I wrote in review:
“I buy 38 Year Old Royal Salute and I see for what I paid. I don't see that price was reasonable for this place. I paid money for two-star quality. I'll tell more, I saw more better service among places with two stars. Breakfast contains one type of cereals, overipped fruits, hardly opening cap of yogurt, few choice of cookies, juice from tetra pak and tea. No sausages, no egg dishes, no ham, no cheese and a lot of more. I was in two-star hotels of Poland and guesthouses in the Great Britain (I remind, it's country isn't cheap in prices.) and I had that aforementioned variety of food, with multiple choices and I had natural juice. Titled as "exceptional breakfast" is misinformation. What kind a city view can see from a window? We have different visions about that, because I saw only other windows. My Italian isn't well, but I don't like that TV set hasn't sound. The walls are so thin that I heard snore at five o’clock in the morning. My towels weren't changed and they stink of chemistry when you take and after they dried on radiator, which out of order; shampoo in bags and it asked big efforts for tear off - you can afford vials and should put them if give such price; stream from shower doesn't cover whole body; a trash bin without leg handle, I was forced to squat and open manually. A sheet wasn't changed, just tucked in that, which I used. It wasn't pleasant to look on crumpled sheet. You even can't tuck in a curtain accurately. A stain on bathroom floor and other little detected trash in my room stayed till the end. A poor signal of Wi-Fi was more than once. Sometimes I needed to ask, but both owners absented. It was many times. I see a lot of four-star hotels and B&Bs in Lucca in which night is cheaper on fifty and seventy-five euros than in this place. Your price is extremely exaggerated.”
I would choose other place (as one of hotels with four stars.) if it required to pay cash too. I was in circumstance where my card history was under surveillance. It’s logical that I was limited in places in beginning to look for in few days before.
A host recommended churches on what I told my truth. It was nice to hear from an Italian man said confirmed with piece of fun on surplus of them. Wonderful sense of humor he also demonstrated in introducing my room. He showed TV set and already answered that they only Italian channels to where added that they show news and they say only bad.
Guinigi Tower was the first in my visits. A notable point in Lucca by it’s a tower structure and more by that it has trees on a top. However, the last thing limits movement by taking much space and a lot of people want to come here too. I was crossing narrow space for admire of city and mountain landscapes. Lucca is beautiful from all points. Though I’m not comfortable for height, but I felt calmly myself there.
Bed & Breakfast’s host talked on other places, which aren’t sights. One was Gelato Decoltelu, an ice cream shop. I decided to go against own principles and I immediately asked for address. I moved to there after Guinigi Tower. It was the best ice cream of the last years as said their awards, which didn’t mean for me. There was no queue. I ordered cone with plum, lemon and peach. It was sweet satisfaction of eating of frozen ice, which was natural. Very likely that it’s true probably about Dondoli’s ice cream in San Gimignano. Maybe, it was great, but degraded due to mass production. Gelato Decoltelu isn’t popular what saves from possible destruction. Nevertheless, ice cream in Americano Bar in Venice is undisputable.
I wasn’t strongly familiar with Giacomo Puccini (though there I will reveal that he is an author of Madama Butterfly, a seen confusing opera in which author didn’t know topics about nations.), but I decided to visit his birth house combining wonderful collection of photos, stuff of these periods, unique items as bed on which composer was born and letters in one of which made mistake with translate – “moron” didn’t use in 1896, it’s first time was in 1910. I liked to learn about Puccini, but I was using museum’s map as fan, because merciless of heat was inside of composer’s birth house. Some time later, air conditioners were switched on. The last hall was devoted to Tirandot, which was unfinished as that opera, but my eyes caught stuff, which was in clothe and other requisite.
Domus Roman Lucca is unnoticeable place and therefore I didn’t instantly detected. It’s a new private museum devoted to discovered house of noble Roman and items of fallen empire. I entered when an Italian woman who sold ticket hold excursion for two people. She offered to join and pay later. I agreed. She told wonderful story, but her English was torturing and I wanted to dare to ask on how long it will. Sometimes the woman was looking for word and asked me it and I gave it. Later, I asked one question, but she didn’t understand it’s sense. I could explain to her after the end of excursion, which was in film watching. An Italian asked me from where I. My answer was “Europe”. Of course, it was confusing and I corrected, but eventually she wrote in own book as “Europe”.
I returned to B&B and moved nearby of Basilica di San Frediano. I entered inside and saw a ticket casa. It’s salesman had deal with two people. I wasn’t gripped by pesky interior and mine overloading of churches was dominating. I moved out from building. I will experience same with Church of San Michele in Foro on the next day, which has unique design when nothing odd from hundred other places devoted to Christianity.
Venice is likely for living, but tourists whom more than citizens and I wrote about condition for books. San Gimignano isn’t for living, because you can buy only postcard and keychain in this souvenir shop land. Lucca is calm about tourists, you have shops for all your needs and musicians visit this little filled only history town. I checked schedule on bands in which I saw KISS. I thought on buying a ticket on their concert, which was on June 29. However, I didn’t know this band well. I began to listen their songs – absence of extraordinary in music and texts and one of songs sounded as pop. I found list of what they’re playing in their final tour and began to check them – I had same experience in listening. This band isn’t in one row with Slade, Alice Cooper, Scorpions, Led Zeppelin, The Doors, Black Sabbath, Pink Floyd and et cetera. I Was Made For Lovin’ You is their one-wonder hit.
I returned in my room for learn about Palazzo Ducale. It was closed few minutes ago as I started to check. The next days were weekends and place didn’t work. I was supposed something to leave unvisited in Lucca.
I could easily leave a town from my point if it required short and straight way, which was through little channel. It amazes in myriad of fish. I asked hostess about fishing. She answered that it does young people for sport. I used that way to reach Pizzeria Marghe, which title called my hostess. It was outside of historical part. Maybe, it can be a nice place due to it outside of tourist routes. I came to other recommended place, but was attracted by young staff. I wasn’t excited about restaurants in Lucca in has modern approach and tasteless dishes. I found one steakhouse in which I didn’t believe that it will cross an ordinary point. I moved to Marghe. I entered, but was asked to wait five minutes. I started to doubt by location of that road house. When I saw menu, it contained variable kitchen from burgers to pizza what is red light for quality. And payment in casa turned place to canteen category. I stayed there, because I needed something to it. Stracciatella is not a thing for pizza. Eventually, I found only acceptable Caprese contained tomato, cherry tomato and mozzarella, which I had with 0,75 of sparkling water. It had far distance from exciting experience in Venice and Rome, but it was all right pizza.
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Morning was with listened Louis Prima – A Sunday Kind of Love. It wasn’t at first time for this journey. Maybe, it was what I needed? I knew that stroll around fortress, which distance in four kilometers, was right to begin at six o’clock. I started it at eight or nine with joggers, bicycle riders, people with dogs and a tourist group. I did miss a point for detailed observation on monuments, buildings and looked on both sides. Sometimes I stayed on edge and looked into distance. I was keeping to shadow place for escaping from uncalming heat. I was walking with map, which I rechecked on sights. Torre Delle Ore (Tower of Hours.), a tallest tower in Lucca was installed in XIV century.
Torre Delle Ore isn’t noticeable place what does understandable why it hasn’t big visits as Guinigi Tower. I crossed hundreds steps for reach the top. I had height fear there, which I hadn’t more twenty years ago and then I didn’t afraid to entertain myself by revolving on balcony’s handrails on one of highest floors of Romanian hotel. I was carefully stepping in Torre Delle Ore even though it was safety. I approached to every side and still kept distance. Bells over me could ring any time – that was all what I needed. And I’ve got, but, fortunately, I didn’t make a jumping reaction. Of course, my mind covered logic that these bells are modern with installed sound amplifier. I would get strike in ears if I would listen a true bell. I was adapting a little bit when I was rotating in positions and get pleasure for charming view on which are more better to look than on Guinigi Tower.
I wanted to look on Palazzo Ducale outside at least. A wide and big building didn’t stand out among everything surrounding. There I knew on place in which hold concerts. I looked on images and I could recognized somebody, but my knowledge ended on twentieth century.
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I was leaving Bed & Breakfast place by saying goodbye words. I usually use local words, but it was only English in that time, which I was using automatically.
I turned back for catch city in eyes. I said, “We’ll meet again” and made around for enter into arc.
I’m not superstitious, but it happened that I returned with few eurocents after first trip. It was reason for return and spend them. I kept these coins after second Europe journey. They were in a bag, which I sent to plane. I had two euros in coins. I spent 1.90 on sparkling water bottle, which I bought from nice Italian older dames in Pisa airport. They made to feel that I will missing Italy.
I had difficulties with renting ticket on Ryanair site. It writes that couldn’t accept my credit card, but later I found out that I bought ticket in moment when I almost purchased it from other company. I need find solutions that Ryanair accept my entered issue, because it changed after I leave space or chosen variant in list. These things were more than once. I decided, it was the last time with Ryanair. This trip made to think that I should also choose comfort in everything as I did it before. I stayed in long queue for baggage drop-off. Before that I saw a reception desk for business class, which had no soul in visitors. I don’t want to spend far distances for reaching airport. Though my journey becomes more interesting by that. I had elite ticket on plane, which I thought include additional baggage, but it was not – a receptionist didn’t want to accept my bag by considering it for carry-on luggage. She could do it after thirty-six euro for this little bag filled of gifts of stunning Italian lady, which I intended that it will reach a plane – that solution was reminded to me by her. I didn’t want to go on confiscation in metal detector check.
I chose left side at window in plane from there I got look on Pisa Tower. I moved my head that still see it’s landscape. That place included to that, which nicely to look from height.
Wroclaw is beautiful industrialism, not bothering communism and grandiose historical buildings in which the last pushes to learn. I stopped for one hour and thirty minutes. I realized that I don’t get a heat. It’s city looked as autumn by weather and lying yellow leafs, which I saw from public bus’s window. Though communism still present in Poland. It’s in people as one Polak stepped on harness of my bag, I explained it to him and he accepted as fact and nothing more. He didn’t understand. That’s why I don’t make a mistake about live of communistic in Polaks. You reveal yourself as non-local if you walk with smile. A lot of conscienceless rude people who in trouble with behavior and don’t understand own act due to savage nature. I took a bus to Warsaw. I had confusion with one Polak girl who took my sit per window. I tried to explain, but I didn’t want to use Polish and other Slav languages. She was even in awe in what I was speaking. I understood that useless and decided to forget about it. Sit was close to driver and gave pretty look on road, but sit at window is comfortable, because I don’t like to be read with aisle. I thought two times to explain and call bus worker who knew English, but I didn’t move in intention. Well, it’s not a case about rudeness, but it was in other thing in beginning was with Negro girl who will devoted in self-love by making photos of herself. She asked with her French accent on what I later understood was about “charge”. I hardly became to understand non-native accents for the last years. I answered that I have no idea. She referenced question to Polak on parallel sit about that he said on existence and turned to my sit by lifting desk on which lied laptop for get look. He even didn’t restore position. Rabble is rabble. My damnation in personal flaws didn’t allow to explain to that adult person a thing intended for children – same as in Italy. It made to think on stopping to use buses anymore. Or minimize them. Because once I can lose patience. I was thinking on the UK is comfortable for me. It’s hardly cultured country and you meet magnificent people. I walk through populated street and just hear “sorry”. That’s wonderful, but sometimes it’s exaggeration when person just stays nearly and can say it while I can’t understand for what. The Great Britain is lovely place. But I wouldn’t wish to have a citizenship for because I must pay money for commie BBC if I want to have a TV set and radio and my taxes go to monarchy, which will easily survive if they will go private.
I arrived in Warsaw for looking for lodging, which reaching to it looked short on a map. I walked long and left behind and stepped into magnificent historical center where I saw young boy who played with fire. I was asking locals who took own smartphones for discover location. I miss times when there weren’t high technologies. People knew town and said how to come to your looking for street. That same was with telephone numbers, which were written in notebook and people knew all of them while today you entering name on your smartphone and doesn’t know number of that person. I wanted to catch taxi as I did it once while driver shook his hand. After meeting with pair, they said precisely location and I finally came to there what wasn’t far.
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Honestly, I wished to celebrate Independence Day USA somewhere in freedom. I was put in circumstance to do it. I lied in single room with printed images of New York. I put my hand, then a second one with exclaiming “New York” and wish to be there. I looked on that and recalled my time there. I’m not liker of big town whereas New York is exception. It has a special energy. I love it’s active rhythm, because it’s about me. Not everybody can take my pace. I love America. I have a wish to celebrate 250th Anniversary in the first capital.
A receptionist offered a museum of vodka on what I answered that I prefer whisky. I recall some time later about that place and thing that Warsaw hasn’t meaningful sights. I never like to reveal that I know more than specialist. I talked with the receptionist of hotel, which locates on other side of river and it was from route, which I had a day ago by looking for a lodging place. I required a map of Warsaw, which she brought. I asked about possibility to come to bus station by metro. A Polak woman said that is impossible and talked about trams and public buses. I looked on map and I already saw line of metro, which close to bus station. Then I discovered other line, which is more better. I indicate it on her. She doesn’t known own Warsaw geographically and historically when I asked on specialty of sights, but Polak woman wasn’t enlighten by that. When I was in Poland, I hadn’t wish to use my little knowledge of Polish in words as “good day”.
Old Town was exciting in it’s historical buildings. The most memorable monument was in sculpture of mermaid hold sword and shield, but unusual was in her scale legs had cover of cut flesh and ended in fish tails. Nevertheless, I saw that as interesting for creativity. A statue stayed on pedestal, which had broken look in down made specially for moving of water, which gathered around of circle. It was clean on look and touch.
Polish heat wasn’t mighty after that I had in Tuscany. I easily bear local sun. I saw place for selling of lemonade. I wanted to buy classic, but thankfully that guy was busied with setting receipt machine for what he apologized many times, I changed my mind on called as Virgin Mojito, it was with addition of lime, which gave perfect combination as I had in drinking. I got cool in sunny weather.
Then I visited park and spent wonderful strolling with natural ice cream. A peaceful lovely place for evasion from city's industrial, which I saw once in front of me and I instantly chose road for don't see it.
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Among songs began my morning was Mr. Sandman by The Chordettes. It returned in wonderful times.
My bus was late in time. I was walking to platform and I was returning. Once I collided with a man who I thought was Arab, but later I understood that he wasn’t. He started something to talk. I responded “don’t understand” in Polish. He made a handshake. His hand pushed on mine and it required small time for normalize while he didn’t look strong. Anyway, I know few technique for instant neutralization, which no big muscles will stop, because importance is wielding of how to fight. That eccentric guy asked on knowing of Muscovy language. I answered positive for taking out possible misunderstanding. He talked gibberish. I didn’t understand him and I said it to that rude person whom I was supposed to ignore from beginning. He came with a black bag and, maybe, he wanted something to sell me. He started to ask from where I by listing countries. I answered “no” on every called and ended on saying “Europe” on the last one. The guy started to talk that is not country. I repeated again. He continued his line. I didn’t wish to explain and I walked away from him. That person began to express unhappiness to me on his gibberish. I turned to his side and said English “fuck you” to him. I returned to platform, then to bus station where saw other two guys with black bags and they looked as Arabs too. However, I initially didn’t care. I think, that I need to stop to say that I understand Muscovy language.
A Polish customs agent gave response in heard “good afternoon” and “thank you” in Polish. He did same to me with the first, but he only nodded with the second. Why am I got special relation? Did he see a multiple stamps in passport? Losers are jealous while winners are asking how to have same, looking for solution and do efforts. Barbara Baker who was Arnie’s first serious girlfriend said that the Austrian Oak wrote goals to reach to the end of year. She considered them as fantastic and surprised that he realized that. A wonderful method by the way, because it stimulates.
I reached dark territories at eleven evening of local time. My laptop westernized, because it didn’t catch wi-fi on bus and train stations. I detected a hotel nearby, which hadn’t free rooms. I asked on another hotel. A receptionist guided me in words to “Boog”. I walked to there. That receptionist said on existence of vacant room. However, I hadn’t local money. I knew from him on working currency exchange office, which was on train station. I moved to there, did operation and also purchased a train ticket.
I made diagonal jaywalking when I was returning to “Boog”. I saw a traffic police car and two officers. It looked that they have interest to me. That was right. I was surprised by standard in these places question “Why are you violating?” to where required adding of “comrade” as to everything next from that traffic cop. His said reminded me that I wasn’t in Europe anymore. That man described my walking as “beautiful”. I spoke first slipped from mind that I didn’t see a crosswalk and then relocated on I’m in sleeping stance. Of course, they heard similar far-fetched excuses many times, but I was supposed to say something. That only talking traffic cop began to show how I’m wrong in typical humiliating way by his far-fetched example that a taxi driver can also be in sleeping stance. I didn’t tell him that crosswalk willn’t save you if that situation will, but I wanted to finish conversation with him. I felt that I will get “warning”. I didn’t want to argue and didn’t make him to understand that I don’t take serious him and his colleague as I sometimes did. He asked for ID, which I started to look for. I couldn’t find it while he said that he still didn’t get ID despite I was looking for it in front of him. A typical behavior of that nation. He asked “Am I local?” I said negative and gave capital’s name in his next question, because I didn’t want to extend time by saying “Europe”. I showed a discovered ID, we talked and eventually he said that I stopped to do such things. I said “okay” without adding excuses, because I didn’t want to humiliate in front of that rude person who reminded me that I, finally, need to drive to freedom, because everything was done.
I gratitude to barber Elena for her advice with humanitarian visa on which she forgot in the next meeting. However, visiting her at last time brought to disappointment. She again, as it was always before, raised talking on topics, which I don’t like to discuss and where I put point. She kept standard for her nation antagonistic behavior by talking on how West is bad while she knew that her country has a big ones and similar flaws, which she didn’t want to mention, because wanted to cut my like to the West and that I must see that fake prettiness in dark territories. Barber Elena seemed as of these rare normal persons to which I talked “leave”. I was to that point until the final visit in which I saw that she is one of pathology.
It was one of night when I lied on a bed. That hotel is significant, because many famous people stayed there. Mostly of them are infamous. I saw that Stanislau Shushkevich visited three times. It sad that I didn’t meet him in reality while I didn’t want to see in that stance when was farewell with him. I came to his tomb with a rose in the last August. It was the calmness place, which I had in this hole. Some energy presented there. I stayed for some time in thinking on this great man. I installed flower. Then I made a bow.
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Morning was with finding and listening of a true version of Spanish Caravan.
I moved to capital of these dark territories by train. Railroads are wider on nine centimeters. It was installed by Nicholas I in case a war for give make troubles to enemy. Muscovy always was antagonistic. Almost one hour requires for changing train wheels when you entering in the Europe from territory of ex-Russian Empire. I saw that in nineties when I rode to Romania. I was curious to see “Is still tea in cup holders?” And it was indeed.
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I was delivered to tower, which I have wish to explode for the last weeks.
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I found answers on searching and to many questions, which I didn’t ask. I met stunning Italian lady who said to me “COVID is over”. I saw a lot, but these words were fulfilling for me.