Pulling Through

On the train from Vienna to Linz:

"Oh, hello! uh... can I give you help with you bags... or something?"

"Ah, no, I'm fine. But thanks."

"Okay."

"You go to Linz?"

"Yes. I am going to meet a friend there for the weekend. It's my first time to visit Austria."

"Uh, yes. I go... we go to Linz too. I go there once before last year and again now for music festival."

"Oh, cool."

"Uh, yes. I am... do you know hip-hop? Break dance?"

"Sure."

"Yes. I am break dance. No no, I am beat box!"

"You're a rapper?"

"Yes, yes. Rapper. I come out Serbia. We travel all day to come Linz for music festival."

"Hey, that's pretty cool. My son would think that was great. I don't know so much about rap myself"

"Uh, yes. You come from where?"

"Well, today Holland which is where I live right now, but originally from the United States."

"Yes, America. I think you American."

"Yup. American."

"I love New York."

"Yeah? Me too actually. It's a great city. Always alive."

"Yes, everything on all night at New York."

"um-hmmm."

"Uh, yes. I love America. America has Snoop Dog, and 50 Cent. And yes, Tupac."

*grins--he, wildly. Me, sheepishly.

"Uh.... yeah. I guess we do."

*hands to heart

"I see 50 Cent before, so good, so good. I love Snoop Dogg. He so... ah! I love Snoop Dogg. And Tupac too. Yes! Tupac!"

"Okay, yeah, well.... er... ummm.... yeah. So you're from Serbia?"

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Note One: Yes, I changed the subject! Because though I can muster enthusiasm for all kinds of things, such as monocolor painting masterpieces by a three-year old, hairstyling wonders at the hands of a seven-year old, and even video game tales of a ten-year old, I cannot, will not feign enthusiasm about rap: gangsta, or otherwise. Not even for a foreigner, who was cute as a button with a grin to beat the band!

Note Two: He was very cute.

Note Three: However, I won't say more than that out of deference to Brillig's hubby who is already quite positive that the standard for drooling doesn't lean his way. Though he is welcome to weigh in here anytime with his votes on whether the cheese guy or the beat box kid from Serbia is Hot. This all inclusive salivating policy is open to everyone, I welcome all to my drooling club.

Note Four: I would have pictures with this post except for the fact that the sun is out in full force this afternoon in Holland and I am blogging in the garden. (The photos are all inside on my computer) Though it's a real hardship to have to sit here in the sunshine to write, I am willing to do it for you my dear friends and readers. Because, well, I'm a giver.

Note Five: Someday soon, Scribbit and I are going to design a cool shade cover for a laptop so we can get our blog on in the sun without a glare on the screen. That's going to be wicked awesome, right Allison?