I wake up in a strange shadowy place. I am in the land beyond? I have a searing pain in my leg and there is blood all over my white fur. I am in pain and I cry and a man comes over and tries to reassure me. He says he is an animal doctorContinue reading ““Andrij the Orphaned Ukrainian Rescue Dog” : Chapter 4: Under the Care of Our President Zelensky: Tsar Putin Puts a Bounty on My Head!”
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“Travels to a Different Time” : 12August1973: Bled, Yugoslavia: Birthday Soccer Game and My Dirty Old Man Cough: The Dirty Looking German Girls
Woke up to my 18th birthday. Legal drinking age and more responsibility blah blah blah. I figured out that I have had only 4 birthdays in Canada. This is my third successive birthday in Europe. Will there be a marching band or my favourite meal with a birthday cake? Dream on intrepid traveler! Well aContinue reading ““Travels to a Different Time” : 12August1973: Bled, Yugoslavia: Birthday Soccer Game and My Dirty Old Man Cough: The Dirty Looking German Girls”
“Andrij the Orphaned Ukrainian Rescue Dog” : Chapter 3: “My Bloody Revenge: If This is Death I Die With Honour”
I am out of the city on the bus to what we have learnt is Romania. There is no room left in Poland to process and feed us. I am hungry and thirsty and have lost my hearing from the explosion on the truck. There are 4 dogs on the bus all with their mistresses.Continue reading ““Andrij the Orphaned Ukrainian Rescue Dog” : Chapter 3: “My Bloody Revenge: If This is Death I Die With Honour””
“Andrij The Orphaned Ukrainian Rescue Dog”: Chapter 2 “My Master is Dead: I Am an Orphaned Dog: I am Having Flashbacks”
Anatoli and I were on the truck taking volunteers to a combat zone. I remember hearing “Incoming” and Anatoli leaning over and shielding me. A white flash and a boom. I lost my hearing. All the men are dead in the truck and there are body parts everywhere. Anatoli is dead. Three teenagers at theContinue reading ““Andrij The Orphaned Ukrainian Rescue Dog”: Chapter 2 “My Master is Dead: I Am an Orphaned Dog: I am Having Flashbacks””
“Travels to a Different Time” : 11August1973: Bled, Yugoslavia: Travelling on the Cheap; A Russian Sprat Man
Often I am asked how you can afford to stay in Europe for three months every year. The main reason may be that since my sister works for Overseas National Airways out of Kennedy Airport in New York I get to travel for free. Of course you never quite know where you may end upContinue reading ““Travels to a Different Time” : 11August1973: Bled, Yugoslavia: Travelling on the Cheap; A Russian Sprat Man”
“Travels to a Different Time” : 9/10 August1973: Ljubljana and Bled, Yugoslavia: My Crusty Left Eye and Big Feasts
9August1973: Up early at 7 am to a breakfast of stale rusks with Bulgarian jam, yesterday’s left-over pineapple juice and some grapes. After a glorious hot shower hit the main drag. This is a beautiful city. It is like a Nordic small-scale Venice with numerous canals. I ran into a wandering American with a backpackContinue reading ““Travels to a Different Time” : 9/10 August1973: Ljubljana and Bled, Yugoslavia: My Crusty Left Eye and Big Feasts”
“Travels to a Different Time”: 8August1973: Zadar and Ljubljana, Yugoslavia : Spectacular 8 Hour Bus Ride: A Kitchen to Myself
Up at six in the morning and there was some moisture in the tent. Dew? Had leftover grapes for breakfast and had an ice-cold shower (no choice). I went to the campground store and bought some stale rusks for breakfast. I went into town and bought a bus ticket to Ljubljana. Loaded up on foodContinue reading ““Travels to a Different Time”: 8August1973: Zadar and Ljubljana, Yugoslavia : Spectacular 8 Hour Bus Ride: A Kitchen to Myself”
“Andrij The Orphaned Ukrainian Rescue Dog”
Chapter 1 “About Myself” My name is Andrij. In Ukrainian that means “warrior”. I am sitting with a group of women and children seeking to leave our city of Kiev. I am cold and hungry. And I am so terrified I can’t stop shaking. Loud explosions are coming closer. Women are crying and some childrenContinue reading ““Andrij The Orphaned Ukrainian Rescue Dog””
“Travels to a Different Time” : 7August73: Zadar, Yugoslavia: Hooked on Dalmatian Smoked Ham and Beans For Dinner With the Frenchmen
As it was another hitchhiking day and lifts are hard to get in Yugoslavia up at 6 a.m. for a swim at a spectacular beach. I suspect this will be my last ocean swim for 1973. The lineup at the store to buy breakfast supplies was long even for food challenged Yugoslavs. I got aContinue reading ““Travels to a Different Time” : 7August73: Zadar, Yugoslavia: Hooked on Dalmatian Smoked Ham and Beans For Dinner With the Frenchmen”
RKS Poetry: Putin Feces
“Putin Feces” A sadly isolated Putinsits lonely and disconnected with dreamsof glory of an irrelevant Russia of the pastbombing to pulverize Ukrainians to piecesleaving Russian historians to analyze your feceshoping your turds will be in a mausoleum with your beloved Stalintoo bad the oligarchs and their greed did you inas you ride the horses bareContinue reading “RKS Poetry: Putin Feces”
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