Sudetenland Tales by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Sudetenland Tales

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Catholic schools and things went a bit quiet after the communists took over. His proper pronunciations suggested that he once attended White schools. There are more Catholics now, but there’s more of everything here now. It’s hard to believe it’s a communist country and it’s even harder to say so.

I understand there’s a big problem with the ‘sexpats’ and the drunken idiots causing trouble in the ‘sanctuary’ cities. And I know there’s the ‘savior complex’ of people acting high and mighty because they’re ‘helping’ by acting as if they were blind, and spending the money they managed to not have stolen from them in the decayed town of New York City. As in Europe, there’s a lot of the; ‘If it wasn’t for us, you’d all be speaking German’ attitude. I don’t tell them that I find that preferable to the incoming Swahili. ‘Sieg heil!’ is a wonderful exercise. My unsolicited street food guide seemed nice and cordial while draping his swarthy left arm over my shoulders. But there was a moment when he talked to the people at the table next to us in Hausa, and I know he was talking about me. He said “blah blah blah San Francisco blah blah” and sort of laughed. And I don’t know if he was saying, ‘Check this out, I’m going to make this dumb White guy eat a cow tongue’ or what. Maybe it was nothing. But it made me feel stupid for being there.