A whole series of events, feelings, etc have put me in a Slavic frame of mind...the book I chose to take to the SAAs set it in motion I guess-- Absurdistan by Gary Shteyngart. I bought it for my dad shortly after his diagnosis with the big C...it was supposed to be funny. Which it is, but with that life is pain so let's live large philosophy ( course the live large part means drinking, he is Russian after all). My dad and I shared the Slavic moods from time to time, been thinking of that as I read this book. And all the people who drink as a way of life and always have, and the dark third world life of the Slavs today that we both loved, the basterd step children of Europe. And the tragedy of the Polish plane wreck and the stroganoff I found in the freezer last night...it's fatalism with character, resistance, and resignation...my ancestors are calling. Bought a Golden Pheasant (Slovak beer) for them last night but forgot to offer it. I feel the dead around but I feel very far from my gods right now.
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