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Duben Ghosts of Freedom

I never felt closer to my American heritage (except for maybe during the Olympics this winter) than when Obama came to Prague in April 2010. How odd, this visit, falling between the bombs in the Moscow Metro of Lubyanka and the death of the Polish President, Lech Kaczynski, before the Iceland volcano eruptions, spraying ash into the aerospace closing down European airspace. Our freedom and safety does indeed rest on precarious energies. Obama’s speech was a moving reiteration of the shared…

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Cheb

September was when I first ventured out into the Czech countryside alone, visiting mountains and small towns. Sitting on the train to Cheb, the 8:15 I caught after closing up my new apartment near Namesti Miru, I started to relax a little for the first time in several weeks of running non-stop. I sit here listening to the screech of wheels on the traintracks, feeling the chill September wind sweeping into this train car. I had raced for the train,…

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Death Train

Outside of Metz, the train stopped, waiting on another Engine.  I was captivated by the other passengers, though the French was too fast to understand and the German incomprehensible.  The train to Frankfurt would be delayed for hours.  It gave me plenty of time to watch the social games without the benefit of understanding the particularities of the conversation. Much like a game I used to play with a fiance a long ago, watching other diners in a restaurant from…

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Cleveland goodbye

Sometimes when facing the unknown, it’s best to start out with a bad hangover. That’s not a rule I live by, but rather a situation I’ve found myself in many times before. My first flight overseas was on the tails of a party night out. Cleveland was good to us. No fights, no lost wallets, no tears. We made it back to the hotel in one piece with an extra 6-pack of beers we never drank since we all passed…

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