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I woke up craving specific foods: A rare bloody steak, an ice cold beer and French fries. Hard to find in Vienna! I ended up not working at all....for this craving was more emotional than hunger itself. I walked to my favorite Cafe nearby, willing to settle for a beef gulasch and those marvelous big glasses of tap beer..but they were closed. Then I kind of aimlessly wandered, knowing I would not get my rare steak. I ended up at Burger King - the faint desire for something American guided me there. They have a "Bourbon Whopper" - on the illuminated ad there is a bottle of bourbon behind the cheesburger image. Standing in line, I strained to read the writing on the faux-bottle image. "Product of Burger king."
I guess there is a certain kind of longing or homesickness that sets in after several years of living away from the USA - certain things creep under the surface of the skin and build a nest of missing there....
I guess there is a certain kind of longing or homesickness that sets in after several years of living away from the USA - certain things creep under the surface of the skin and build a nest of missing there....