Festina Lente (hurry In Slowly)

Never Before Had I Known The Sudden Quiver Of Understanding That Travels From Word To Brain To Heart, The Way A New Language Can Move, Coil, Swim Into Life Under The Eyes, The Almost Savage Leap Of Comprehension, The Instantaneous, Joyful Release Of Meaning, The Way The Words Shed Their Printed Bodies In A Flash Of Heat And Light.

The Thing That Most Haunted Me That Day, However...was The Fact That These Things Had - Apparently - Actually Occurred...for All His Attention To My Historical Education, My Father Had Neglected To Tell Me This: History's Terrible Moments Were Real. I Understand Now, Decades Later, That He Could Never Have Told Me. Only History Itself Can Convince You Of Such A Truth. And Once You've Seen That Truth - Really Seen It - You Can't Look Away.

Sometimes People Damage Paintings Or Sculpture Because They Love It. They Throw Their Arms Around A Statue In A Fit Of Hysterical Passion And It Falls Over.

Bulgarians Eat Tarator Every Single Day In Summer. They Think Of It As Salad Although We'd Call It A Soup. You Can Make It As Thick Or Thin As You Like Depending On How Much Water You Add. It's Very Practical In Summer Because Yogurt Cools The Body Faster Than Water, But The Water Hydrates You.

We Gypsies Know That Where Jews Are Killed, Gypsies Are Always Murthered Too. And Then A Lot Of Other People, Usually.