About Jesus, And Sexual Misconduct.
One of the most hilarious stories my mother has ever told me involves nuns. Nuns are quite rare to find in Australia, and even harder to recognise, since they long ago discarded their habits. But some years ago, my mother saw a number of nuns walking down Glen Osmond Road. Helping the local church with its redevelopment, they walked down the footpath, each carrying in front of them a large sign advising interested onlookers,
No Entry
While nuns may be hard to find in Australia, they are all over Poland. Krakow was a place of special importance to the Polish Pope John Paul II, and his presence can be felt all around these paved streets. And only a five minute walk from here is the quite remarkable Jewish quarter, Kasimierz. I spent the afternoon there yesterday, and intend to dine there tomorrow night, after I complete something of a Jewish pilgrimage of my own. Assad and I were going to complete this pilgrimage together yesterday, but after quite a heady night I decided to leave him to his own devices.
Speaking of Assad, he didn't end up leaving the club with the Polish girl who found us. Apparently, though she was completely to his taste, his "spider senses went off" while talking to her. He thought she may have come up to us only because she overheard our conversation about... well, I'll leave that between us. She was very insistent on his company for the evening, but he was a little concerned, not only about her, but about the older man who seemed to be hanging around her. Last night we went back to the same club, but without the beauty of alcohol it held rather less interest for me; I was much more interested in talking to Will, a master's student in literature, about Proust.
It was reading Proust in the Gallerie Krakowska today that I saw large groups of nuns carrying shopping bags.
And at the time, despite all the spirituality surrounding me, I still felt strangely empty. That was until about 15 minutes ago, when all of a sudden today became immensely excellent, and one which I will remember for my entire life.
7 comments:
oh come on! you cant leave it there!
CLIFFHANGER!!!
I know! I don't even know what happened. I was too busy getting drunk and then throwing it all back up again.
Actually, I will leave it there. Originally, I left that blog at 'strangely empty'. Only then I went to the supermarket, and received a drunken SMS, and then felt quite awesome.
Erica: You didn't start throwing up until a few hours after that.
you almost got a drunken sms from me last night too, except im sure it wouldnt have reached the immensely excellent remember for my entire life status.
was just gonna be a sad sulky im in adelaide and toms in france and can you please go to his house and talk some sense into him
If you give me Tom's address, maybe, maybe I will.
And you can always send me drunken SMSs. From memory, Carly, you still owe me an e-mail.
emailed!
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