Australian writer of Montenegrin descent en route to a polyglot European port at the head of the Adriatic mid-2011 shipwrecks instead on the SE Asian Equator. 12, 36, 48…80, 90++ months passage out awaited. Scribble all the while. By some process stranger than fiction, a role as an interpreter of Islam develops; Buddhism & even Hinduism. (Long story.)
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Strutting
The tees all semaphoring mixed, scrambled meanings. Terribly skewed often. Parodies of the cruelest kind often. HEROES NEVER DIE, proclaimed by a ragged, gap-toothed urchin-type the lean side of forty. Lion motif for some boutique housing development sported by one of the Indian chain-gang lads trooping past. I’M SINGLE BUT UNAVAILABLE declared by conservative mid-teen Malay lass in the morning, walking past with her parents (mother shrouded), who couldn't possibly guess the tease strutting along the street. (Unintentionally. Nothing of the vamp here - which of course might raise the temperature of naughty, keen types.
Sends even an innocent fellow reeling, battered and tossed pillar–post.
BOYS CLUB FRANKFURT. In the wrong place the pretty lad'd get a rude shock walking that around.
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