Poetry and Photos

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Fur Elise.

My veins are still tingling from
the excitement, from the
enchantment of mingling with such
culture. Like an estranged vulture it
descended upon us, spawning into
a jaw-popping, eye-dropping night
of something too scerene to be called art,
to extreme to be called culture. Like
a dream we floated through the
evening's mind, filling in as spectators
for unconnected scenes. And the threads
that guided us have provided
more than a service, they have
unnerved us to this city and
proved our pre-clusions wrong,
they have taught us to tighten our lips
and listen, they have grown our hands together
in a futile effort to repay those by whom
we have been blessed. But
we could never repay, not even if
we were to sever our hands
and give them away. For how
do you repay a display of beauty?
Instead, we will continue watching...
we will continue listening...
we will continue to lure ourselves
into these houses
of culture
that blood might again rush
through our veins.

M.S.

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Photos

The Door to Beauty
This was the entry to an AMAZING old warehouse, at one time an electrical plant, that had been converted into a theater. A very nice fireman let me and Elise in for free to the most beautiful jazz concert of my life.

In concert
The only good shot I got of the concert and it has a head in the middle. Oh well, no picture could portray the beauty of that hour anyway! Her voice was astounding and his harp playing melted my soul!

Faculty of Social Sciences
This space-ship look alike is my educational home for the next 9 months! Very new, very modern... I had my first class yesterday and I'm really looking forward to the ones to come!

View from Smarna Gora
A hike I did with about 40 other Erasmus students. We took the bus to the base of the mountain and then hiked for about an hour and a half to the top. Great view, great company...