Out for dinner of greasy stuffed green peppers. Mom lit up a cancer stick so I didn’t talk to her for awhile and she took a tantrum and said, “All right Robert if you continue to be such a child I will leave you the money and go home.” Who is the child here? Then she slapped my hand because I had too much food on my fork and food went flying all over my shirt and pants. She then added that if I was really that hungry I’d soak up the grease with our bread. She left half her meal on the plate and stormed off. Fritz pressure?
August 8,1971: Bled, Yugoslavia: Getting Sick and Tired of the Sun
We are getting to the point we are sick and tired of roasting in the sun. We also are tiring of greasy food in Yugoslavia. More greasy goulash for dinner. We had spent the day reading and playing some mini-golf.
August 9, 1971; Bled, Yugoslavia and Munich, Germany: A Turd on the Toilet Seat and Stinky Girls From New York
We said our goodbyes to Yugoslavia as we boarded the train for Munich. We were in a cabin with two filthy and stinky girls from New York. The toilets on the train were disgusting. I saw a turd sitting on the toilet seat. What a pig!
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