Thursday, June 02, 2005
Berlin - Dublin - Rome (or: why I like to travel)
Rome. You badly dressed tourists, clogging my streets.
Berlin. Nods at shame, won't you let me move on? It wasn't me anyway.
Dublin. Go away, I don't have time to raise my head from the trough.
Rome. History, culture revered by all, thousands of years later.
Berlin. Bullet holes still in walls. Fallen statues. Symbols of ego razed
Dublin. Colonial art. Hokey Irish f* art. Brave Spire, despised
Berlin. Stop pretending that you know me, I know who I am
Rome. I'm better than you, don't you know who I am?
Dublin. Who am I? Who the f* are you to tell me who I am?