Het is weekend. Nog even kalm aan.
My mother forbade us to walk backwards. That is how the dead walk, she would say. Where did she get this idea? Perhaps from a bad translation. The dead, after all, do not walk backwards but they do walk behind us. They have no lungs and cannot call out but would love for us to turn around. They are victims of love, many of them.
Prettig weekend. En be nice.
Transylvania, day 2. Deva station in the early morning for the ride to Alba Iulia. The train (the Dacia night train coming from Vienna, Budapest & Arad) is delayed by an hour. This Romanian IR train making the long run from Iaşi to Timişoara seems to be on time. pic.twitter.com/S0r67Xm22U— Paliparan (@PaliparanDotCom) September 18, 2021
Hyacinth Macaw (Anodorhynchus hyacinthinus)🐦🦜🕊️🎵❤️ pic.twitter.com/KqIQf89Jgd— World birds (@worldbirds32) September 23, 2021