The Nice Thing About Strangers

Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.


Lost in my dreams, I somehow cross at the traffic signals, never bumping into street lamps or people, yet moving onward, exuding fumes of beer and grime, yet smiling, because my briefcase is full of books and that very night I expect them to tell me things about myself I don’t know.

-Bohumil Hrabal. Too Loud a Solitude.

Europe door, prague graffiti


6 comments on “Booklove

  1. Maccabros
    November 18, 2013

    the nice thing about reading you? – a kind of beeing there…

  2. Maccabros
    November 18, 2013

    uups – bEing there…sorry..(one e)

  3. lisarpetty
    November 19, 2013

    I love this picture. It let’s me know that good old ‘Merica is not the only place where people want to destroy beautiful buildings, or leave their mark on the world.

    • thenicethingaboutstrangers
      November 20, 2013

      🙂 I’ve been really drawn to graffiti. Perhaps because I’m so rule-abiding and impressed by brazen acts. From a safe distance, that is.
      Thanks, Lisa!

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