With a certain degree of suspicion, one of the students inquired about the publication for which I was writing. After I answered his question, he looked at me unfavourably and said that my writing would be permissible only if it were humanitarian.
Budapest is a romantic city, so I was not surprised to discover on the Buda side a beautiful yellow house where Casanova lived for a few weeks, doing what he did best.
… I sat under a checkout counter for about 40 minutes, ate the entire jar of peanut butter, and hissed at anybody that came near me. But it was probably really all just stress.
I distinctly remember being impressed with the two-zone heating system, noting that it wasn’t until my third move that I had such a feature in my house. Alas, the new features out there seem to have eclipsed the Beast.
While I’m skeptical of therapy that doesn’t involve punching through a concrete wall or slashing somebody’s tires, I’m an open-minded individual.
Nightclub barges in Splav have different atmospheres, but male exhibitionism is the dominant theme.
Tell him he looks nice, because flattery works on my entire gender. As a rule.
My friend told me about his grandmother, who got very lucky during the bombing attack on the Old Town. A entire building fell on top of her, but she was not caught by the walls.
From fairy tales to film, everyone is obsessed with the idea of one’s “firstborn.” But what about the lastborn? For my part, I’ve recently discovered that the lastborn child has magical abilities.
If you suggest that maybe, just maybe, building more prisons is dealing with the wrong end of the supply/demand problem, it sounds to people as if you just suggested that they should let someone slit their throats and go sell their TV for crack.