Lyon sparkles at night beneath Fourvière.
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It may be hard to believe given that I don’t believe in free will, but I don’t believe in fate or destiny either. It simply doesn’t make sense to me that our lives are truly in our own control, yet [...] Read more »
A couple girls relax in the waning summer sun at Cinquantenaire Parc in central Brussels, Belgium.
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“Belgium should be known as the land of a thousand sauces,” Guillaume says, dipping his pomme frite into a concoction he’s created. The restaurant he, his wife Martine, and his young [...] Read more »
A duck lands in the Vltava in Prague.
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There’s a lot about religion I dislike: the sectism, the hatred, the jihads, the hypocrisy, the difficulty in changing any of the doctrines that no longer apply, the literal interpretations. The list could go on for eons. [...] Read more »
The moon rises over the old city in Prague.
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It’s the eyes. Glowering, slinking ever thinner, as if she wished she were Asian. I’ve been to Asia. she doesn’t want to be Asian.
“Mustard,” she snaps, her face contorted in the most hateful stare I’ve ever seen.
“What?” says [...] Read more »
It’s 5 AM in Prague and I’m crouched in a stairwell. The second presidential debate just ended on CNN Europe and I kept running tabs of the whole thing. I’ll post the entirety of my notes below, but you’re better off just getting transcript if you’re interested.
Matt’s disappointed. He thinks Obama bombed. Matt is impressed [...] Read more »
Prague from the heights of Prague Castle.
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Growing up, veal paprikash was one of my favorite foods. My grandparents used to make it once every visit. My grandfather traces his roots back to Czechoslovakia, now the Czech Republic and Slovakia thanks to the velvet revolution. For him, [...] Read more »
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There were lots of things I saw in Berlin that were worth seeing. Still, the one thing that stuck with me was the East Side Gallery. This post won’t have any commentary or interesting notes. Instead, the artwork of the East Side Gallery stands [...] Read more »
A German eagle, symbol of the fatherland, sits defaced in backlash against the Third Reich in Berlin.
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“I’m being straight with you and-this is important so pay attention-if you had any other parents, they’d be telling you little lies that would eventually add up to your complete [...] Read more »
It is pure happenstance that I’m sleeping across the way from an old man. Across the aisle, he slips his suitcase beneath the bed and pulls out a bottle of Pilsner.
“Smart man,” I say, smiling and nodding at him. I’m still a little bit buzzed from Oktoberfest.
“Just a few sips before bed,” he says. His [...] Read more »
Oktoberfest glows far below the grand church steeple, its carnival secondary only to beer.
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“Oh man, I love Germany,” Matt tells me. The trains are flowing like beer at Oktoberfest: quickly, freely, and with a regularity that’s both beautiful for its efficiency and scary for its monumental size. Matt [...] Read more »