Enlightenment at the Kafka Cafe

Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate... but with his other hand he can note down what he sees among the ruins. Franz Kafka

See, it`s becoming clearer now, I`m supposed to spend life suffering so I can write it down and be a great writer and have a cafe named after me in Northern Norway! As if! I can`t imagine that every Norwegian\German\English\Heinz 57 my age doesn\t want that. (Again, please pardon the random and inconsistent typos...I am unable to admit that while I can type letters very fast, I canæt find apostrophe, hypen and semicolon to safe my life. Just know that the character "æ" is not in my normal vocabulary and therefore must be in the exact place where the damn apostrophe should be.)

You know, it's interesting, that Kafka quote. One night in Uppsala, with curiosity at what actually plays at the independent theatre in a Swedish University town, we showed up at "Shooting Dogs", which, call me silly, I thought was gonna be a "River Runs Wild" type of boyhood story about tormenting little puppies and then growing up to appreciate them.

Oh noooo. Shooting Dogs is a(nother) film about the genocide in Rwanda. And, you might imagine, I really did spend portions of the film with one hand over my face. I am not wont to use the other hand to write down the particulars of the film. Many have already done that.

Gee, nothing like genocide to make you forget\abandon any intentions of one's intended comments on mineral water, liquorice, and the state of Norway's bathrooms. I guess that will be for next post...which, if we haven't totally run out of money by then, will be from an 8 story ship cruising through fjords! (We saw some of the patrons getting off at the stop in Svolvaer--we *will* be the oldest guests on this ship. Which is good...another birthday is imminent for this author.)

ciao for niao!