Greetings all the way to Slovenia on her Statehood Day from the runaway uncle who only reads my blog when he is in it because it’s in English and it’s “too complicated”, says he who speaks Turkish, Arabic, Kurdish and who knows what else.
As you can see, he is suffering greatly and daily.
He needs to drive through ugly countryside…
…to hideous locations, for example Piombino below:
He needs to walk the bestia in terrible conditions.
He needs to eat asparagi con burro e parmigiano.
And he needs to drink the green ones that concern him a little.
Whereas red ones don’t at all.
Photo: MM
And here is a topical tune by Slovenian Americans or American Slovenians with the greatest lie in a title: because pivo is. And I don’t even have to translate a thing.
The Vadnals: No beer today
We were driving through Ljubljana on a Sunday afternoon
all we had left was a dinar (old Yugoslav currency)
we stopped at a gostilna to have a little pivo
and then we heard the bartender holler:
No pivo today, no pivo today
you can’t buy pivo on Sunday.
No pivo today, no pivo today
you gotta come around on Monday.
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