8 December 2009
Sture goes south
The street parliament is gathered.
Night sky / sea sick / someone quotes Catullus out of the blue / Sture chokes on a chestnut.
Sture does not want to go to the Vatican city. Sture enters the Vatican city. A friendly American priest tells them that the easiest path there goes through a parking lot. The parking space is huge. There are six levels of urban absurdity and one door leads straight to papal gloss. Sture takes a deep breath and walks through the door.
Sture snaps the ultimate tourist photo. To the right: a friend. To the right: a stall sells photos of the pope. Ratzinger grins like Leland Palmer.
Something goes on. People with funny hats. One of them has a beard. Someone who is in the know suggests that the pope has granted these people an audience.
This might be the most beautiful place in the Vatican city.
It's summer winter spring autumn.
Sture contemplates landscapes / landscapes contemplate Sture.
A Hitchcock moment.
A 2001: space odyssey moment.
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