Cynical Memories whilst I Drink My Amber Potion

May 22, 2009 23:51

 I'm trying to figure out who I told this to in Europe. I think it was Gray. But we were in Bled, Slovenia... And I told him this: "We could just leave this group and wander into the country side of Slovenia. They'd look for us, but it would be unsuccessful. We could start new lives, and it wouldn't be difficult - many people speak english here. Start as a vendor, get a little flat. Become Slovenian citizens. And the only thing holding us back is our fear of the outcome and the few connections we don't want to lose back home. Does that not feel like the most control over your life than you have ever had?"

Then we bouht kebabs and got back on the bus with the rest of the choir.

thoughts

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