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Three streets of Buje, Istra.

Istra, Croatia, July 2010.

And Abraham awoke in the middle of the night and said to his only son, Isaac, “I have had a dream where the voice of the Lord sayeth that I must sacrifice my only son, so put your pants on.”

And Isaac trembled and said, “So what did you say? I mean when He brought this whole thing up?”

“What am I going to say?” Abraham said. “I’m standing there at two A.M. I’m in my underwear with the Creator of the Universe. Should I argue?”

“Well, did he say why he wants me sacrificed?” Isaac asked his father.

But Abraham said, “The faithful do not question. Now let’s go because I have a heavy day tomorrow.”

And Sarah who heard Abraham’s plan grew vexed and said, “How doth thou know it was the Lord and not, say, thy friend who loveth practical jokes, for the Lord hateth practical jokes and whosoever shall pull one shall be delivered into the hands of his enemies whether they pay the delivery charge or not.”

And Abraham answered, “Because I know it was the Lord. It was a deep, resonant voice, well modulated, and nobody in the desert can get a rumble in it like that.”

And Sarah said, “And thou art willing to carry out this senseless act?” But Abraham told her, “Frankly yes, for to question the Lord’s word is one of the worst things a person can do, particularly with the economy in the state it’s in.”

And so he took Isaac to a certain place and prepared to sacrifice him but at the last minute the Lord stayed Abraham’s hand and said, “How could thou doest such a thing?”

And Abraham said, “But thou said —”

“Never mind what I said,” the Lord spake. “Doth thou listen to every crazy idea that comes thy way?” And Abraham grew ashamed. “Er - not really … no.”

“I jokingly suggest thou sacrifice Isaac and thou immediately runs out to do it.”

And Abraham fell to his knees, “See, I never know when you’re kidding.”

And the Lord thundered, “No sense of humor. I can’t believe it.”

“But doth this not prove I love thee, that I was willing to donate mine only son on thy whim?”

And the Lord said, “It proves that some men will follow any order no matter how asinine as long as it comes from a resonant, well-modulated voice.”

And with that, the Lord bid Abraham get some rest and check with him tomorrow.

Woody Allen, “Without feathers”, 1975

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Wandering around Basel with Kathy’s friend Kchussa, me and Kathy found the church where the saints where not serious or suffering, but nice and smiling. It seems to be possible only in Swiss. Fantastic

A really cool discovery for me. Saints on the churches make me always feel bad, or in fear, or both, with their painful and terrifying expressions. But this was something different.

Thanks Kathy for sending me the “business of my hands”

By Zemfira

Last saturday Michael & me made a bike tour near Regensburg. We drove through the woods, across the fields, up and down the hills. A few times Michael led us through the fileds full of nettle. It burnt a little, but the day was beautiful, sunny, the air in the woods was as fresh as it only can be, and nothing could spoil our happiness. Simply fantastic. Finally we reached the point some 200m over the Danube wih a nice view. From there we started our descend

There was a steep narrow path leading down, on the very edge of the woods. On one side there were trees, on the other side the abyss. Between the path and the abys some thoughtfull people have put a wire fence. But, for whatever reasons, they used barbed wire.

The rest is clear, isn’t it? At one point I lost my bike under me and flew over the barbed wire, cut myself on the leg, shoulder and arm, hooked to the wire with my pants and held to it with my left hand, not to fall down. Quickly I jumped back, checked the bike, and continued (slowly…) to ride down.

At the end we sat in a nice beer garden on the bank of the Danube and drank weizen beer. Michael made a few photos. Afterwards I took a shower and drove to the University Clinic to receive antitetanus vaccine. They were very kind and gave me two, for I have never received any in my life.

Yesterday I told Daniel that our cat Mietzi had a rage attack and scratched me, so that I had to throw her out. At first he believed.

Today concert in Mälze, “Kommando Sonnenmilch”. We are expecting invasion of dear friends from Burghausen.

On the photo: Pietz

Easter eggs in our home