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I came here primarily for Goethe and the Botanical Garden. Will I have been sufficiently interested and tempted to return for Sicily? For Palermo? Probably depends on whether I find it needed, useful in the future. My intentions and goes here we’re very specific.

True, I am to society and oddity, an outsider, an outlier, but in fact, I am a singularity, and individuality, on my own, even if alone

After searching in the early afternoon near the Palermo Centrale with much and many misdirections for an hour for the correct location of the bus (Lumia) stop to go to Caltabellotta, walking after final success toward the Palermo Botanical Garden I came upon a magazine box, in which window I was astonished to see a photo of Nietzsche. With essentially no Italian, I asked to see it, and it’s not unusual now with me, the only copy of what I was interested, was the one in the window which I Purchased. (The book I noticed and bought on Sicily was the single same.) Seems the magazine man was somehow moved by my enthusiasm and exclamations, and gave me a free book on the WWII blockade, and a National Geographic on Athens and travel..

Then, after a couple of hours in the Botanical Garden, I walked to meet the leather artist Alexei, where we talked an hour or so about his and my life. And there is a 7-year party this evening at his shop, with “really good musicians”, to which I am invited!

After Goethe…

Today to the Cappuchim catacombs — at Alexei’s recommendation — and an Arabo-Norman church.

The question is now for me, device completely superficial level in my relation to Palermo, who do I study then come back Sunday?

It was either Jimi Hendrix, or Santana I heard played earlier in the courtyard here… And now I am definitely listening to “Black Zmagic Woman” though it doesn’t quite sound like Santana! But it turns out it was a live recording! So it could’ve been Santana. I am in Palermo, May 30, 2023.

Bar Liberty. Palermo… that it is the same dour faced man who served me seconds ago, smiling so delightedly with that woman at her table…

There is certainly a human inevitability to giving a misplaced ultimacy to our passing lives.

I may leave my time in Italy freed of Goethe. Certainly, I am not searching for the “Urpflanze”In my case, I would say that my travel to Rome, and other parts of Italy, is the kind of “after study”. Certainly the main elements of my world in life and man view are established, and I have perhaps, completely given up, hope of any sense of influence by my life and in my life. I will go to the Palermo Botanical Barden today to consider, and reflect on. In my case, I would say that my travel to Rome, and other parts of Italy, is the kind of “after study”. Certainly the main elements of my world-, life- and man-view are established, and I have perhaps completely given up,hope of any sense of influence by my life and in my life. But to be free of Goethe is also an accomplishment.

To be freed from Goethe’s Faust would be even more, as Faust “floats” as literature.

Airplanes allow(ed) those who otherwise would not have traveled to fly their selves around the world.

Happened onto a ceremony to the local woman Saint Rosario. Exterior ceremonies, external ceremonies come on and faces of people who were local shop, keepers, handy craftsman, and someone. Not a separate or in telogen face in the crowd.

One of the greatest pleasures, I believe in intelligent, educating, knowledgeable people is wandering in a city, not knowing where one is… so that unexpected experiences may happen.

When Moses descended from the mount, his being was so altered that his face had to be covered, for others could not bear to view him. I would be content to come down, Mount Pellegrini, from my few hours,there, stronger and more solid, and perhaps even more at ease in society — though solitarily so..

I must understand Goethe’s own relationship to his Faust creation.

Seemingly incidental moments and encounters in my early time in Crotona, lead to conversations, experiences, events, and meetings, which otherwise would not have happened at all. And because they were possible through an attractive, intelligent, educated woman, here, “available” at least enough for conversation and exchange, made all the experiences that more inwardly – if unspokenly – a pleasure.

So far during my travels, I have had three special and enjoyed meetings and interesting periods with women I met by chance. I believe our friendly time together, and with two of them there was not even much if any of a subtle is completely unspoken “physical attractelement… I believe I have three new friends from this trip.

Palermo seems to be like Cairo plus plus

Do you like churches in fact, say that our life outside the church is worthless, St. Louis,

Once again. No one in the world has any idea where I am except me. Here are the north east side of no Pellegrini overlooking Palermo bay.

On the train, the new train, from Messina to Palermo… Eventually, a nice looking man, intelligent, sat across from me. He put a book on the table… an Italian translation of Freud’s The Interpretation of Dreams. In spite of that after about 15 minutes I spoke to him and we chatted about our lives a bit. He was visibly shocked to learn that I was retired at 70. When I queried him, he suggested I might be 60. And when it came out that I had lived in Russia for 21 years, teaching English and working as an editor… Well, he said you seem to have lived an unusual and interesting life. The stranger knows me most more than most of my “friends”.

I suppose their “under lives” are little secret from neighbors, so why should their “underwear” be?

Essentially it is irrelevant, and surely has in the main for centuries been, that Pythagoras founded his school here. He would certainly be, were he to come today, no more welcomed here than he was in Samos, from which he needed to escape two millennia ago. Still, I needed to travel: to Samos with its legendary caves of Pythagoras,, and now finally to find his nonexistent remains here in Crotone.

Most to live in history, but unconsciously so. As it being carried along by it. Rare is someone who is inside and yet outside it as it were trying to be above it.

The kind of dress I just don’t think anybody would buy. This woman was going to a wedding, just up the hill in a church near my hostel

Passed by Paestrum, but could not see it.

Seems to be a physical woman. But no one has lips like those. Eye lashes very thick. Breasts too even, “buxomy” and displayed to be “natural”?

When the Speaker of the US House of Representatives is a person of such low motivations…

“Rome” is much greater than Rome. Even in size.

Six hours by train, and I am in a completely different area of Italy, and when I communicate with my host in Naples, these days so easily, I wonder can I not be a different and better and deeper person hear from him and left that has behind?

I haven’t been in Crotone perhaps three hours, and I’m already starting to recognize people on the streets! Funny, but dreadful.

As is not unusual when I travel, I have not eaten in quite a while. In this case for about 12 hours. I lose weight when I travel, and I like it. I feel leener, and look better. But in this case, I wanted to keep my mind pression alert while I was traveling from Naples to quit home, so I did not eat. And then I searched around for a couple of hours for a place to eat, and finally in desperation, simply walk into this place. I’m having wine and a tuna burger.