RE: Comme a la guerre
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Completely irrelevant. Years ago, on a long ride from someplace in Italy back home, witching hour, desolated gas station in the foothills, I scribbled down (in Czech) something like that we lived
In stolen hours / between two wars
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Irrelevant? Me? You? Odd tidbits scribbled on a bus late at night that stick with and follow you around for years? I wouldn't say irrelevant. At least not the last one, certainly.
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Well, me, this time. Also, it was a car ride :) All gas stations are the same; you spend hours on the road, hopping from one to another. These hours were stolen somehow, someplace around the way, or perhaps never existed.