Going back to Bežigrad, the part of Ljubljana where I lived for 40+ years before Tuscany.
How many times have I taken this same path to the bus station in all weather, past the four apartment buildings? With 10 floors, or were there 12? For fun we used to ride the lifts.
On my visit last August these reflections jumped out at me and have been hiding in my “Reflections” folder instead of in “Doors”.
In other news, my parents are coming over next week for my birthday, just in time to lure me out and away from my computer. My internet connection has sucked for the last few days so much that there’s no joy for me to be online. Instead I’m watching films offline, and especially Westworld, the series, which I recommend to all who are feeling existential dread. It could be worse.
We had two days of evening storms. The sound of thunder made bestia climb furniture. Since there was no internet, I turned on the TV, which I never do (except for the second Eurovision Song Contest semifinals tonight), with the goal of finding some noise to drown out the thunder.
A certain president came on and I struggled with the Italian translation (nuclear WHAT?), trying to establish whether this meant war, realising that this was just so typical of me sheltered here in rural Tuscany: Without the internet I could miss it all.
It worked though. Bestia calmed under the desk and I returned to the robots imagining that they rule the world.
As for the first photo: My first blog ran under the catchphrase: “Because words are pressing and words make worlds and that little sign there looks like a Volkswagen.”