“It is enough that the arrows fit exactly in the wounds that they have made.” Kafka

No strings and teleportation.

Some local flavour

And a missed trip to Prague.

Sunday afternoon, so ain't talkin' and taking a look at Sundance.
What do you know, a tube with a hat won! And Tarkovsky's spirit may be visiting Romania. Hope he'll stay for a while.

Begginings

Cortez sent it to Madrid, from there it went to Vienna, unknown, only to reappear in the Saxon Library in Dresden. It's not a scene from "The Fountain", but the history of the Dresden Codex. And, in a way, this is how I found myself in the above mentioned city, including the preliminary american saga. This amazing discovery tickeled my creationist neuron and made it dream again of the book deeply hidden in its chromatin.
But will this be a challenge: no british humour, not much of a sex life, no flamboyant career (e.g. movie editor, pole dancer, courtesan) or at least a talant of talent for writing, but here we go.