the world has turned and left me here

multilingual beggars

In less than two hours I'll be on my way to Berlin. Hanging at the wharf right now, gray sky, incoming wind, sound of waves lapping at concrete.

Most of all, I love the multilingual beggar. He first tries to determine what language you speak, and having done so, he commences to panhandle you in English, Dutch, Croatian, Lakota-Sioux...

We need to get these people jobs as translators or something.

A barge called "Innuendo" is floating past. Wonder what it's like riding her.

Okay, finished a brief meal consisting of nuts and raisins, eaten from my upturned frisbee. Time to cut this after dinner rhetoric short.