Down the memory lane.
Two years ago we were traveling through Sarajevo,
on our way to Dubrovnik.
We spent an hour in the center,
strolling along empty streets.
It was Sunday morning, the1st of May, and it felt kind of
Yugo-nostalgic.
Next time I am in Sarajevo it will certainly be something completely different.
My first stop will be right here
where my three wishes will come true:
1. Good atmosphere & inspiring interiors
2. Comfortable seat
3. Good coffee
For the fourth wish I dare not ask my gold fish,
because we always get only three wishes.
However, maybe I will be an exception, so here goes my 4th wish...
4. Inspiring company of a spiritus movens, whoever that may be.
My next stop will be
KOD KIBETA
where my aforementioned three wishes will also come true.
Third wish will be replaced with "dobra jagnjetina".
Kibo
where my aforementioned three wishes will also come true.
Third wish will be replaced with "dobra jagnjetina".
Kibo
If you’re reading this, then it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it. So, good for me. You don’t know me very well, but if you get me started I have a tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. But this, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write. There is no easy way to say this so, I’ll just say it. I met someone... It was an accident. I wasn’t looking for it. It wasn’t in the make. It was the perfect storm. She said one thing and I said another. Next thing I knew, I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. Now, there’s this feeling in my gut... She might be the one... She’s completely nuts in a way that makes me smile, highly neurotic. A great deal of maintenance required. She is you, Karen. That’s the good news. The bad is that I don’t know how to be with you right now, and it scares the shit out of me. Because if I am not with you right now, I have this feeling that we’ll get lost out there... It’s a big bad world full of twists and turns, and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment; the moment that could have changed everything. I don’t know what’s going on with us, and I can’t tell you why you should trust a leap of faith on the likes of me, but damn you smell good. Like home... like Christmas. And you make excellent coffee. That’s gotta count for something, right? Call me.
Unfaithfully yours,
Hank Moody