I’m lying on my bed this afternoon, reading. In the last 48 hours I’ve read Adolf Hitler: My Part in His Downfall by Spike Milligan, So the Wind Won’t Blow It All Away by Richard Brautigan, Kitchen by Banana Yoshimoto and Junky by William Burroughs. In the previous month or so I only managed to read The Good Soldier Svejk and His Fortunes in the World War by Jaroslav Hasek. But now I have nothing to do but read, it being yet another public holiday over here, this time Jan Hus day.
Lying on the bed reading is good, though. No music or radio due to no batteries, but there is the constant sound of barking dogs outside. Across the road there are two terriers that go into a frenzy whenever they see another of their species, which works out as every three minutes or so as the entire population of the town seem to be out on a mid-afternoon dog-walk.
A few moments ago I saw a man go over to the fence and look the dog in the eye. It slunk to the ground and cowered until he was out of sight. What a shit dog. Still, it is a sound I have finally got used to and find a little less annoying. Or at least I would if I was really lying on my bed and not sitting in an internet cafe typing this.
But what are you gonna do?