Saturday, March 31, 2007

Chicken farts and other surreal moments

All of the following things happened today...

I could not bring myself to order the Surinamese sandwich with the filling which was translated into English on the menu as "chicken flatulence".

Coming home from the public library, suddenly the sun came out from behind a cloud and illuminated a little plastic bag on the ground, marked with a picture of a leaf with five fronds and full of a pungent green herb.

I went to an Israeli avant-garde dance performance and was mooned three times by Israeli avant-garde dancers.

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