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Impressions of the Motherland

Grandma: You want some sugar in your coffee?
Vit: No, my daughter says that's bad for your health. All that white stuff is bad: Sugar, flour...
Nik: Cocaine...

Thanks to "the evil ifluence of rotten capitalism," the city is cleaner and more beutiful than I ever remembered it being. They've re-done the many of the major streets, including the one my grandparents live one, seperating space for cars from space for pedestrians, and replacing concrete with tiles and brick. It looks terribly lovely, especially since the trees and flowers are in bloom. And, becuase it's been raining for days, it looks tragic.

That big "family reuinion" will take place this Saturday, and word is that we've managed to round up about seventy relatives to attend. After that, I'll be going to Bela Crkva to see my mom's family for a few days.

My mom and I are getting along a lot better than last winter: I feel like we're actually communicating as human beings, rather than just going shopping so that she can buy my love.

I am growing fat on cake and ice cream. I would be happy, were my brain not filled with the problems of Torontonians.