Landschlacht, Switzerland, 3 December 2017 I want to run away. As work increases and pressure mounts to accomplish as much as possible in this last month of the calendar year…. I want to run away. And though employers try to distract us through Christmas parties from the pressure they themselves create, I find myself nostalgic, almost homesick,… Continue reading Canada Slim and the Basel Butterfly Effect
Category: Literature
Canada Slim and the Unremarkable Town
Landschlacht, Switzerland, 1 December 2017 Soon, thoughts of expatriates will turn to thoughts of home as Christmas draws ever closer. My American friends will wish to fly back to California and Florida, Boston and Philadelphia. My Canadian friend will wish to fly to Nova Scotia to proudly show off her new daughter, while my Indian… Continue reading Canada Slim and the Unremarkable Town
Canada Slim and the Calculated Cathedral
Landschlacht, Switzerland, 29 November 2017 It is a season of grey days and black, almost eternal, nights. As much as I comprehend why Canadians celebrate their Thanksgiving in October rather than November because the growing seasons are shorter up there, I occasionally wonder if the Americans might not be onto something by celebrating life at… Continue reading Canada Slim and the Calculated Cathedral
Canada Slim and the Voyageur´s Album
Landschlacht, Switzerland, 22 November 2017 I have just returned home from the dentist (one more tooth less) and I find that listening to Franz Liszt´s Hungarian Rhapsodies seems to keep pace with the throbbing pain experienced inside my mouth, as if each tooth is an ivory piano key pressed upon in tempo with the music being produced by… Continue reading Canada Slim and the Voyageur´s Album
Canada Slim and the Bad Boss
Landschlacht, Switzerland, 19 November 2017 This particular post I write today will be different from others I have written since 2017 began. I do not wish to recount stories and histories or travelogs. There will few pictures in this post, because I want the reader to truly focus on what I have to say, rather than… Continue reading Canada Slim and the Bad Boss
Canada Slim and the Holiday Chronicles
Landschlacht, Switzerland, 16 November 2017 I hate November: shorter days (dawn still incomplete after 6 am, dusk already started at 1600), grey clouds ever threatening rain, blocking the sun by day and the stars by night. November with its month flower, the chrysanthemum, a symbol of adversity, grief and death. And I miss seeing the Lake under blue skies… Continue reading Canada Slim and the Holiday Chronicles
Canada Slim and the Outcast
Landschlacht, Switzerland, 13 November 2017 Maybe it´s the endless days of grey skies outside or being restless with being confined indoors by illness that has got me feeling morbid of late. Perhaps my ghastly mood has been affected by the topics I have written about recently: ghosts and corpses on the London Tube (Canada Slim Underground) and the… Continue reading Canada Slim and the Outcast
Canada Slim and the Road to Reformation
Landschlacht, Switzerland, 11 November 2017 I have a man cold. I should have been at work yesterday, but, oh!, the agony, the suffering! My God! My God! Why have you forsaken me? But with voice muted and a head full of unmentionables one shouldn´t mention, I find myself running between toilet and kitchen, bedroom and… Continue reading Canada Slim and the Road to Reformation
Canada Slim and the Street Walked Too Often
Landschlacht, Switzerland, 1 November 2017 Within a week, last week, spent in London we crossed Praed Street at least a dozen times, a street “not at any time one of London´s brighter thoroughfares”. (John Rhode, The Murders in Praed Street) Above: Praed Street, Paddington district, London “I´ve walked this street in far too many towns…. Same scraps… Continue reading Canada Slim and the Street Walked Too Often
Canada Slim and the Paddington Arrival
Landschlacht, Switzerland, 30 October 2017 Yesterday evening I returned home after spending an intense week in London with my wife, aka She Who Must Be Obeyed. It is important that my wife is mentioned, for it must be admitted that travelling as a pair is significantly different than travelling by oneself. And if one of… Continue reading Canada Slim and the Paddington Arrival