Sudetenland Tales by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Sudetenland Tales

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A/K/A generic yellow mustard. The sausage was also slightly off in consistency, like the fat ratio was wrong. Oh well. Great posters of little known Joachim von Ribbentrop on the wall, probably from eBay, or actually they were all low resolution and maybe they just printed them from the JPEGs on an eBay listing.

I wandered around more. Went to the giant statue of Uncle Ho and it’s more fun to pretend to take pictures of the statue but actually take pictures of the people posing in front of the statue, and try to catch them before or after they stiffly post for their spouse or tour guide. I’d run into westerners and say hi, and most were tourists from New Zealand or France or some other European country. I had a street food tour. The tour was ..... something. It was maybe an hour walk, off in district 3. I left at 5:00PM and got to experience rush hour in full force as the sun was going down. Imagine the entire Indianapolis 500 track filled wall to wall with Honda 50cc scooters, all idling.

I was approached by a man with so much caked on dirt, I couldn’t visually tell if he was White, a darkie, or somewhere in between; but given where I was my wild guess was undoubtedly accurate. He was babbling, and didn’t seem to be cognizant of whether or not anyone was listening, like a legacy news site. He said that he was Catholic, and he talked about how the government shut down