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Sport 41: 2013

Summer of omens

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Summer of omens

Europe is nibbling on its limbs, while Germany presents
the largest speed dating book fair for writers
and publishers, and every small town west of Danube
is hosting its own carnival, internationally acclaimed.
Money keeps moving, circling around the globe, unlike most of us
who have nowhere left to go. The moon, some say,
is just a lightbulb, turned on and off, spotlight
on our stellar democracy.

Europe is getting colder and hungrier and increasingly irate,
while Russia keeps arresting, holding its cards drunkenly
over the green casino table top. China and Japan, being older
than most at playing empires, are willing to call each other’s
bluffs. Iran and Syria have become figures of speech, yet they
are spilling real blood. Jerusalem anxiously pours
petrol in their cocktails, and the US
re-elects.

Food is amazingly abundant, considering all the local
disasters, droughts, fires and floods. Weapons are manufactured
but no one mentions that and technology haunts us, undead.
Europe is younger than ever, and thinner than it’s ever been,
silicone bursting through its seams while the moon awaits
the richest of the rich. The US
re-elects itself.