The Warsaw Mildness. Sliwowica podbeskidzka 72% and William Peel.

I could stay at the Warsawian hotel and entertain myself with AI, imagining crazy scenarios as I like to do. Either it was about a friend with whom I finished a relationship, and then I write I did it because he put a bag of cocaine in my car that he took from his Mexican friends who are illegal here–or I tell a sounding  as a cheap romance story about loving one woman, but she is married, and we decide to kill her husband and blame the house’s gardener and, later, I reveal her spouse is a Venezuelan general who commits dire acts–or I have my own grizzly whom I named Steven and my fiancée loves him but believes I should return him to the forest–or I ‘confess’ to being involved in the JFK assassination. I decided to walk out to the other end of the city.

The unfinished business in the wilderness was completed with additionally got a report that Paolo’s pizzeria is closed. The spirit has gone. Once I visited, and I saw him sitting in a chair while I still feeling the smoke of a cigarette – it returned me to Italy. Nothing else could have happened in a place he chose. It was evolutionary, as that realized finally when I did the closing doors with some people. Ivan Ivanovich and his wife Tat’yana are my only contacts from that state.

I did shutdown with those humans because they went dark and their deeds were vile. I showed them reality, but they didn’t want to look at it – they didn’t want to see the walls on which I was showing. I pointed out how detrimental the environment is for their kids while it was normality for them. I talked about their ending up in loneliness – giving a thick hint with naming it, but they couldn’t aware it was about them. The bell rang for them, and I was that bell who made this sound. They were selfish and pushed their interests, and they didn’t want to know mine and respect them. Their views were on the evil side – I was acceptable to that, but it became part of parting ways. For them, the American nuclear bombing of Nagasaki and Hiroshima hasn’t Pearl Harbor in preceding and existing alongside with all cruelty and territorial ambitions of the Imperial Army; and the history for them began when Crimea was occupied by the eastern empire (though they didn’t use that verb). They perceived as peacefulness in aggressive Arabs. I saw how they became finished in oppression of their wives.

On the other hand, you can’t argue with slaves, and I always watched that. When I was in a military imprisonment of that land, I said I don’t like that I’ve received more work than others. One of those faceless called that have done more in quantity. What could I reply to someone with that mindset? It would head to nowhere if I wished to demonstrate his wrong. Besides, I am not interested in arguing and explaining anything. I came to that that I didn’t make that work, and later I rejected that one faceless again. I couldn’t obey the regime anyway, as I initially tried to avoid.

I liked to talk with that nation by mocking them, and I could be too obvious in that, but they never could detect this. It’s usual when you do that with extreme serious (but that only on surface) and regime people. The method makes the same effect with followers of political correctness.

I revenged for done amoral things and tried to say goodbye to those men many times, and it happened after all when the only channel they could connect to me has become broken. I didn’t try to restore it.

Aside from anything that, I’m glad Paolo will move to Italy eventually.

I visited two malls: G City Reduta and Blue City. I wandered in their alcohol stores and talked with the workers. There was no icewine from Canada, as I heard from one of them. That salesclerk uttered they receive it from Germany and Austria, but not from this northern country. I pointed that Canada is the largest distributor in icewine. He said about that these aforementioned countries are all they get. Logically, as can easily understand, it is more expensive to ship by ocean. I’d already planned to purchase one searchable bottle of Canadian icewine in New York. Everything was almost arranged. In the last shop, I’ve bought 0,04 milliliters of Sliwowica podbeskidzka 72% and 0,2 milliliters of Scottish whisky, William Peel, which was manufactured in France.

Sliwowica podbeskidzka 72% was a white liquid. A strong alcohol with a grape in smelling (though it is actually plum). A characterless moonshine was at initial drinking, which devastatingly burns and cleans your cavity through its taste of a light acidity – it says there, “don’t expect nobility”. The merciless alcohol that close to vodka. It feels that liquid transforms into acidity when you’re swallowing. The effect of degrees experience, but I’m honed in that. A blessed stance in the aftertaste, but it is not worth drinking for that. Later I felt vodka in a mouth; an acid one. You can’t use just nuts as snack. Fortunately, I had a raisin that I took from a breakfast table that I mixed with peanuts. Perhaps, I would pour this drink out if a containment were more.

The color of liquid of William Peel–that was with a standard percentage–had a matured and qualified dark brown look. A Scottish drink that was produced in France as a barcode informs and a front label proclaims about it directly. That was a smell of alcohol akin to vodka in other words. I’m already wanted to do a rite of pouring it out. I had a shot glass in a kitchen that included in my room. The scent becomes whisky in formation. A taste from tender to instant acridity and, eventually, getting cheap raw materials. It creates a Joker smile and gives a chance to get a part in a new Batman film if there would be a casting, especially swallow it. The unpleasant palate in the aftertaste in which you experience the unlovable poverty of the drink. Peanuts mixed with raising save in ridding from that. I executed the rite.

More than a week ago, I watched Citizen Vigilante. I should place several sentences about Uwe Boll’s new flick and the director himself to show the person. He was arrogant, as usual–posting a video that commented as a “film of decade” while the saying was about a “film of century”. Citizen Vigilante was the director’s typical lazy movie. The script was unfinished (it explains the latter part of Hanau in which the German flickmaker retells the story you just have seen.). He with his leading man went out from the accommodations and made random footages on the streets of Zagreb in a guerilla style. Boll wasn’t diligent in imagination: everybody in an “unknown European country” speaks English, news network is called “World News” and squads of “SWAT” in Europe, which mindlessly continue to enter the room to be get down by two machine guns from behind a metal cover where you watch on explosions of dummies. Boll just wanted to insert his thoughts about indulgency to crimes by illegal migrants through the main character and embedded situations. However, the protagonist kills innocent people (a little come back to Rampage films) as he takes a parallel road line, forcing a random car to drive to the death in a low-taste approach in doing the speaking about people’s obeying a system. His example is incorrect and wrong itself by forgetting about the survival factor. You can address about important things, but, nevertheless, a good screenplay has always been paramount.

I should keep to the cinema from the other times because there can make a characterization. A noir filming technique from the 1940s and 1950s that uses in movies of later decades made to realize how it looks spellbinding. Tough Guys Don’t Dance (1987) implements it through, including a respective composing. Unfortunately, the script is messy, and that’s because its director, Norman Mailer, adapted own book which he was written in a few months before deadline. A conception could have turned into explosive if he spent more time for elaboration. However, it makes lovable in own bad way. I couldn’t finish it at a first launching, trying to find a sympathy to flick’s specific scenery. I gave another chance and completed. It kinda charms, though the raunchy episodes aren’t my palate, but that’s just personal. I had an individual attraction by which I couldn’t feel other. It was filmed in Cape Cod that close to me – a unique magical place that you never be mistaken.

That technique and homage was seen in VHS movies. It is City of Fear (2000), which about a protagonist who arrives in somber Bulgaria that was in the middle of having a communist past and stepping into Europe at this time, and the film has an accurate integration of martial arts; and Payback (1995) is about searching for buried money hidden by a prisoner. Each of these flicks had a promising screenplay, but it broke at some point.

The same using of that technique was in making modern Hitchcockian films, which were Traitor’s Heart (1999) and Double Identity (2009), and they also became from hopes to disappointment in their screenplays.

I bought a little can with Polish-manufactured ice cream Grycan when returned to the hotel. It was likeable, but, as inserted the label, it had “a taste of vanilla” – I never trusted anything claiming about imitation, and received an obvious truth though I could read the ingredient and see nothing about natural.

I will be in my home tomorrow.