Monday, September 21, 2009

Au Revoir Europe, and Auf Wiedersehen

I shall miss your pay-as-you-go toilets and your McDonald's in three hundred year old buildings, your aggressive lack of air conditioning and your metric beer glasses, your foreign languages and your bicycles, your gypsy beggars and your stolen artifacts, your fairytale forests and your train stations, your horrendous local music and your Peter Paul Rubens. But most of all I will miss your Fanta. For a man accustomed to a colour so lurid it could serve as a safety warning to wayward travellers and a flavour that is to orange what the humble dormouse is to astrophysics, your Fanta came as a revelation, a window to something truly transcendent.


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