Tag: writing

DO YOU WRITE AT ALL?

Nothing makes me more beautiful than my own understanding.

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People who manage to save up usually hide from themselves money they do not have in places they do not know of, so that later they have enough to seriously consider a trip, not just give it a thought and forget about it.

He is one of those people and that is why he loves it when he manages to trick the profligate in himself. Though both his room and flight are paid for, with the presumption that he would also be getting some money on the side, he is glad that he would be able to relax and not limit himself to eating doners and napkins.

Besides, this is his first business trip and as chance would have it his companion is a writer friend of his boss’s, who, wanting the business to be completed as quickly as and in the best way possible, along with the unexpected escort, gave him permission and blessing to stay in Prague for an extra few days and relax.

He accepted (something like that is generally turned down only in case of the flu or insanity), and took the offer as compensation for not completing the task by himself; little boy on a business trip.

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BOUQUET

Then Tantalus took the grapes and drank the water

in the world where everything is forgiven.

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He is getting ready to leave, looking around for all the little things you cannot leave the apartment without. He repeats like a mantra keys, phone, money and turns the TV off. Once again, he realizes that the overly loud TV voice was the thing that unsettled him and made him anxious. He felt like he had to compete the entire morning in his apartment, adjusting to that voice and doing his stuff parallel to it, instead of having simply turned it off. People sometimes forget that they have power over the objects surrounding them.

Having checked whether he had turned everything off, he sets off for his father’s place where they are supposed to have lunch. It was both a routine and at the same time anything but. They both liked to eat fine food, to prepare a rump steak, sauté or tripe for one another, to prove who is better at preparing steak tartar, who is more in touch with popular sauces and culinary combinations, can tell the difference between radicchio and endives, and who is actually the impeccable keeper of the atavistic hunting ancestors’ habits, yet still knows perfectly well how many minutes are needed to cook a cutlet just right to correspond to the needs of a European body and just raw enough to exhilarate a barbaric palate.

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