sundays

so i was in the senate house library when i got the news. it came at me almost simultaneously from accorss europe. the first message arrive in russian: slobodan milosevic umer nochu. i had just the time to respond my shock to that message than a new one came in from le murana in lisbon.....i decided i had done enough work for the morning and bolted to the postgrad computer lab were i read the various conflicting reports for myself, telephoned people in budapest/belgrade/moscow......i am sure somewhere near metro station akedemicheskaia my old supervisor was angry and dissapointed. i am sure in the next few days there we be articles publised by guskova and the whole moscow gang saying he was murdered, if not delibrately than by neglect. he had wanted to go to russia for medical care and they hadnt let him: murder one way or the other. i can hear it all already.
so slobo is gone for better or worse....what next?
after catching up on that, i met igor to discuss the events. we wandered around regent's park and stopped to eat some cake in a restaurant named the honest ham....whatever that means.....i tried not eat eat too much since i had one of danka's great dinner parties at 8pm, where as always i overate....her parties always involve 6 courses and tons of alcohol....i am normally the youngest guest by about 50 years, so i get to perform the role of the starving young post grad who hasnt seen a meal in weeks, a part i am happy to play. so i stuffed myself and rolled home and straight into bed, collapsing into a coma like sleep