Moroccan Nikita's

Summer in Antwerp is like summer anywhere else... just perfect.  Life unfolds in soul caressing sunny mornings and late warm sunsets, peaceful evenings mirroring in the Schelde unless it's in the beer you're having on a roof while listening to strange birds making even stranger noises. (In fact I think they're flying monkeys thinking they are birds, or the other way round. don't ask me what they're doing in Antwerp, I didn't ask them. I just shouted "f*** you!" when they were too noisy --which, as I was said, is weird too..) Summer and its storms that catch you on an open air festival evening. Sarajevo laughed at me when we hit the road between the corn fields and headed to Sfinks festival because I had flip flops on, whereas she had a pair of brand new sneakers to avoid wet feet...well when we came out of Anderland (the music box) after a great set of Acid Arab and all that was around was mud, I couldn't help from having an evil smile on my fa...

Sedlákovi umře nejdřív koza, potom kráva a nakonec i manželka.  Zničený sedlák si sedne na mez a běduje: "Panebože, co jsem provedl, že mě takhle trestáš?"  Zjeví se mu pánbůh, škrábe se na bradě a povídá:  "Já ti vlastně ani nevím, ty mě prostě tak nějak sereš." (A peasant first sees his goat die, than his cow, and finally his wife passes away. Hopeless, he sits on his porch and starts crying and complaining.  "Oh God, what did I do to deserve this?" God appears in front of him, scratching his head and says:  "Well I don't really know, nothing special, you're just kinda getting on my nerves." - Czech joke - it really makes me laugh) One of those days Just one of those days when, at some point, everything starts to bug you, for no reason, just brutal mood change with no rational motive. Day was pretty good... but i nsidious , the flower of carnage first starts with feeling like bitching about any extremely positivist post you see ...