Sudetenland Tales by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Sudetenland Tales

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Bella Pan

Bella Pan, who went both ways, a two year, “veteran” resident of Irapuato by way of New York City, Sudetenland, said to no one in particular, just his 5 “X” bot followers; “Okay, just consider this, my intrusive, green ‘sophisticates.’ A long time ago and very far away, the path I was on brought me to the crossroads. One path seemed clear, predictable, and safe. The other was overgrown in its longstanding ‘wildness,’ like the sixties ‘rebel’ still rebelling against the undue and non-existent influence of the ‘fascist’ right wing minority in Biden’s ‘democratic’ 2023. Not having a ‘none of the above’ option, I somewhat disinterestedly made the rational choice, and I walked that safe path for many years until I recently reached its end. Now, all these years later, having circled, I find myself back at that same crossroads, and even though there probably isn't enough time left to follow that less predictable and less travelled path to its end, I can still perhaps wander down it part way, just to see what there is to see.

Like I said, I’m not going back to that place. I’ll die here of a stake in the heart first. I’ll die here of drowning first. I’ll die here of teenage parasites first.