Sudetenland Tales by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Sudetenland Tales

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had this whole setup with tripods, gimbals, and lights, which was sort of disconcerting. The weirdest one; they had a pigeon roulade. Yeah, pigeon. Tastes like chicken. Really bad chicken.

As is usually the case with these things, I finished eleven courses and was still hungry after. I stopped by Circle K on the way home for an ice cream bar, and avoided all the cat calling from the women trying to get me into the lady bars and separate me from my cash.

I went for a walk before the temp really heated up. Just south of me is the location of the first US Embassy. It’s at 39 Hàm Nghi Boulevard. That building did survive the war, but I found it’s now razed and there’s a construction project going on, probably some anonymous forty story office complex to house all the information, un-warrantly gathered by the FBI under the ‘Patriot’ Act’ and its bi-partisan ‘no need for a warrant to spy on US citizens’ renewals; citizens who have done nothing demonstrably wrong other than remaining in a communist dictatorship, most often referred to as a liberal democracy. It’s a park now, torn down in the nineties. There’s a new consulate next to it, opened in 2000. It’s a single story thing behind a wall, and looks like the community center with a faux brick canvas façade ‘decorated’ with spray painted gang signs, like any inner city housing project built in 1974.