I’ve returned to Sofia from Plovdiv, a lovely city. I have another day and a half here before I fly out on Sunday (at 6:40 a.m. with an 8-hour layover in Munich). Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili is looking in vain for the Door to Sunshine:
A: What are you thinking about?
Hili: Whether to take an umbrella.
In Polish:
Ja: Nad czym się zastanawiasz?
Hili: Czy brać parasol.
In memory of Robert Heinlein,it shall be forever known as The Door into Summer.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Door_into_Summer
I remember a charming old deaf gentleman in Plovdiv – did you meet him ?
With some training, could Cyrus be given a career improvement as a “Hili”-brella?
May need something like a canine Draco volans fancy dress costume.
With 8 hours at your hand in Munich, you should think about visiting the Deutsches Museum.
Or eating weiss wurst. 😀
Yeah…but, he has to be careful, too. Eight hours of Munch could make one scream….
b&
Hili’s far more likely to find her door one day than I am to find mine–the Door into Congressional Sanity.
Indeed…summer’s never more than nine months away. Governments that go as far into crazy land as ours have generally don’t return, though all hope isn’t quite yet lost….
b&