I wanted to post something more insightful today, but I still feel like I’ve just been through a bomb blast and am crawling over broken concrete.
All I have to give you, reader, is another pictorial representation of the paper factory in Krsko. Take it as a visual metaphor for the way I’m feeling.
That's my soul up there
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“But, M., ” I can hear you say, “your soul is pure GLAMOUR!”
From the Krsko cemetery, where I went yesterday, here is the bronze head of Jaroslav Štoviček. Vladimir Štoviček was a famous sculptor and medallist from Krsko.
From Stovicek family grave in Krsko
… and here’s the proof.
The Krsko paper factory is ground zero for GLAMOUR
Don’t hate me ’cause I get to look at sheer fabulousness like this every time I go to Krsko to buy cat food. It’s just part of the wild, free, romantic life of adventure that expat artists get to live every day.
Exiled Stardust 