Bratislava...en route to Amsterdam

The beautiful, rolling mountains of Transylvania have left me with a gift...a bug bite that has swelled across the back half of the upper half of my left forearm. The description is a bit excessive and klunky; however, I just want you to know what I have had to witness while I was on the night train, unable to sleep all night. Once the sun started to lift itself up from slumber, then I began to find my own...piecemeal-speaking. I still need to rest but the changeover from one bank card to another has given me an appreciation for the smooth handover of power from one administration to the other; while, if having my way, I would have raised and army and sacked every last godd*med ATM in Bratislava and declared my own bank. Being exhausted, I realize that I am starting to write my friends very lofty emails that are more for my own amusement than their concern. My friend Tim tells me he has decided not to by a house in Wyoming and perchance may apply for law school in Laramie in 2007 and I reply with a loquacious essay about my sex...but I haven't lost sight of reason nor have I forsaken good judgement, in total.

I look forward to returning to an EU nation that is truly Westernized. Nothing against Bratislava, how can I have anything against her? for I have remained indoors most of the day typing away about some obscure events concerning bank accounts and a greedy bug bite which has quite an appetite and greediness about it. However, the immune system has kicked back into full production and this invasive growth is about to be vanquished. And I will be out of a land still somewhat stuck between a sickle and a hammer.