-Viete, co je to dokonala zapalka?
-Na dokonalu zapalku nikto nikdy nepride...

Hi.
Smee again. Ze perfekshnist poustmen from ze autskrts of taun.
I had the privilege to be included in Suzanne Vega's /no slot machines allowed, verstanden?/ track Luka. I live on the second floor. Or at least these lyrics apply for me as well.
Just as one of His many other wishes were, I had to feel significant disgust when the same female poet admitted that Marlene on the Wall is based on real occurrence in her life. The top of the pops is, based on halachah, I am not allowed to listen to women singing given the erotic and seducing aspect of it. Up to you decide which is worse, the pity for a ginger being beaten by some bloke or me coming up with a hypothetical bypass
-Stara, spravil som ti playlist.
Oh, I forgot, women can listen to each other singing, disregard how stale it sounds. Please review with Boaz Raz when THC, that has sweet fuck all or as I might give it a try, Scottish Football Association, with the weed, those are the children survivors of the Holocaust yeah yeah I know that old joke, what is worse than a sociopath running wild in your open office?
Holocaust.
Shoah must go on, therefore, please review why the two of us Menahel Boaz Raz, the very impersonation of sephardi perfectionism and Me, Ladislav Gradecki, the author of this dadaistic collage, we both have been very, let me corrupt the true meaning of the following word, busy after their contscherto ended. It is because you do not let the 80 year olds clean their own mess, that is why Michal should have moved more lively. Michal not me Michal. Michal, the former cop.
-How could you... ran through my head as he proudly informed me that he prepares younger generations to be able to protect themselves. Against which threat, bad mo-fos fun loving criminals, I pressume..
And by the way, it is both in Russian and Serbian, my guess therefore would be then also Ukrainian , /Bela/russian, I do not give two shits about the Balts now even though after two weeks of flaccid bris I call this a wanking night and I might later consult some footage of Beata Undine, more to be added Croatian and one of the newest languages I heard of, Bosnian. Plus Albanians would get your point, same as I clearly understood from the cleaning lady of the same nationality who by the time between 19 09 2021 and 29 09 2021, it is between my birthday and St Michael's day, even though I know of no saint who bears my name, still, as Regis or Surgeon stated, All the saints have been hung, hehe, just as I was blessed to understand from the wife of the most noble man of center of town, for me, and the phrase went like this
''what is it that he's having? Purim all week long?'
It is in all in this languages that you can finish talking to any woman without really being provocative or slight submissive, it means yes-yes. Kind of applies to most proxy authorities. Sort of ish...
A short excerpt from our kitchen discourse, a shaving of what pisses on Rebbe's hechsher /during a THC afternoon at Kehilat Yisroel shel Budhistan/
Menahel - Hah, that woman sings shit, that is a torture for my ears. Why do you hide here doing the dishes 0,2169 times slower than I pay you for? Halachah?
There might have been a slight changing of the uttered, before you present your contention. The complaint however, hits the spot..
There are nevertheless two moments that I am proud of and it is not the menu for which Mr Just had to pay full charge. I had a moment of excellence. I called a taxi for the wife of Slovak writer Tomas Janovic. The one that strongly contributed to Kacer Donald and the same one that offers you diamonds, rubinsteins, tanzaanites, even pearls of wisdom. For free, here on Facebook, where I publish. Barry, eh? There is subsequently a certain something that I omitted to do that day. I forgot to introduce myself or rather remind one participant of whom I was. So I do it know.

Mila pani Orlikova,
ten v danom momente stale este drziac abstinencnu fazu mojej zavislosti, ten stale v stabilizovanej polohe v ramci F.2534896412 psychickej poruchy, ten muz v zastere, ktory Vas obsluhoval, to som bol ja. Michal Lieskovec, vnuk Mgr. Evy Lieskovcovej, s ktorou ste ucili na ZS Cadrova. Pamatam si, ze ked plesaty rozvedeny sfardi, tiez latentne problemovy typ, ktory sa nam s Milosom Danielom, majuc dve deti so Zuzkou z Vychodu, nie Milos, Boaz ejkejej Reb Raz, Milos ten ma tri deti, ale Boazzinho Ratzinger, ho ho, ja som si s papezom ruku nepodal, takze mna z toho vynechajte, Boaz on sa nas normalne snazil presvedcit, ze najkrajsie cajky su v Izraeli. My sme si iba vymenili pohlady a nechali ho dalej krajat jeho oblubenym nozom nejaku fajnovu bandurku, erteplu alebo ako sa blizkovychodnym zemiakom hovori. Prepacte, zabudol som, naozaj pani Orlikova, mozno keby som sa zamyslel...bataty sa ro vola. Ja to mam v mojej kesheni ulozene v zlozke ''rich pricks food''. Nieco ako cibulovy dzem alebo kamilkovy caj. No nic, mna obcas tiez napadnu rozlicne aforizmy ako, Bapka – fotograficka pamat, vsetci ju mali radi, 11.6.1934 – februar 2016. Naucila ma viac ako len ---- opozdena reakcia marec 2020 ----- takticke shemah. To je kedy som uronil slzy za nou, prvy raz od jej odchodu. A ze mi chyba. A ze uz sa ani nemam s kym porozpravat o historii a nemozem jej ani povedat, ze na tu Nobelovu cenu mieru to nevidim, kedze som chcel na vojnu miesto na vysoku, ale pamatam si ked som ju videl posledne. Teraz tam v mysli stojim, v tom Ruzinovskom domove dochodcov.
-Ahoj Jajka, to som ja Miso.
-Mitinko, ja som chora...
A uz si mozem davat len spomienky, obcas prekladane taktickym shemah.
Zabudol som sa predstavit.
Len tolko, pani ucitelka, z Rozvodnej Sedem a hned toho vysokeho baraku pri Ladzaku.
S pozdravom a vdakou /lebo aj mna ste museli v ramci suplovania obcas ucit na prvom stupni/
Michal Lieskovec.

A mal by som nieco, co som si dlho nosil v sebe...my bad, I carried this inside me for more than a year. Throught the year of Malchut, last shmitah cycle, 5 7 8 2, taf shin pey beis, I had many opportunities to write it down but I am doing it only now. Why? Because He said so. Whom? Ehm, do not get me wrong but if the next hint /first one was capital letter, so to say/
''He who creates through speaking'' is not sufficient then... well, it is very easy to share my own invention, very useful when forgetting to be shomer negiah, witnessed by a Slovak journalist Mirek Dekuju /4JambonJovi – ked som isiel mlademu Klugemu na svadbu, dobre som sa tam nechal omacat, aj som sa nechal previest tym barom do inych miestnosti vnutri, no ale nechal som sa balit SVK blond styridsatsedmickou, Slovenkou, Servirkou na Rabbiner Platz-i u Juhosov a akoze, najvacsie skore – teda okrem Yael ale to neviem ci sa moze – mala tato rapotacka / and that is 73RD, meaning my own way to call G-d and that is
Mirek priprav sa...
''G-spodine''
Mind that my Serbocroatian was that poor that the owner begged me to speak my mother tongue. You have not heard me improvising ''chez le buraliste''. Deutsch, likesay...
This one is for Yair Tomas, who is probably not that stupid, when I asked him if learning French is among his plans, he replied no. My assumption is that he is damn sure I would charge him non Slovakia – Cunt of a former Capital of the World where City is so well protected that even King Charlie has to ask for permit to enter, he perhaps knows that I would be charging London-based price. Props to Zeev. I honestly think that downhill through siddur on Shabbos morning is better than Chossidische squeeling. I would like to include in this shortlist of young men one who has the nicest name of you and that is Branko, unfortunately,... Still, vizualny archlebtyp Rabbi Dovid Feldmann, NetureiKartaGO Travel, a small wink to Titus, nice way how to travel through Africa, in my mind I travelled to Africa in one of my abstract surrealistic dada short stories, named Gentiles, both English and French word, yeah, nicely spotted Bro, first prose I finalized after I was sought after by Interpol or Europol...hmmm...how to put it for you, after I finally decided to behave and not be of the opposition to the potential existence of the Almighty, and by the way, Jan Visnovec, that messianistic sect where I realized it, is of less damage than to be with the majority, at least on one occasion, well, I have to state here that I did not return home after Jakub, my cousin spoke some sense to me, they kicked me out. Yep, twelvetribers, that religious community that I found more collectivist and better organised than Prague squatt house Klinika, summer 2015... Pretty long intermediary phase in giyur since then, right? After I returned I wrote a master piece , in reality meaning it is not worth reading without my explanation because no matter how I try, there is always a parallel action story, not said through the narrator, which is never really me on the contrary, take notice that I have to write it and there are various differences unlike my first novel which you are currently reading if even so...and in that master piece, me as Sorter, Miki Pasta as Porter and a third person with a Down Syndrome, who serves as medium are accompanied by a village teacher, their mission is to find a kidnapped young woman. A Jewish woman. Who read it - great, who has not read it, never mind, it seems I lost it somehere, the most important thing is that I dedicated it, long before reinstating contact with our former elementary school teacher, to Ivan Pasternak. Whom I call in my mind Illan these days, whom I do not address as sir and with whom I am rarely in contact due to business and semi-boycott of prayer services. The reason is dual, first, in order to kosher pray betzibbur you, at my age, should not commute by bus beshabbos and I live next to Dvojkrizna, Vrakuna. A long walk. Might be worth trying next weekend. Yeah, I think next Friday I will ring Rebbi Kapustin and ask for permission to pray with the reform part of community and in the morning, I will ring Rebbe Myers or Rebbe Adri and ask for an exception. See, this easy...
I might explain to Mr Boldi that I was rather informing not him but rather
A very breathtaking Inter Milan dress combination whose dad Z''L and mom are writers, that when I said that this novel ends in third part, currently called Sausage Fest in Afganistan, that Mr Boldy was not the addressee of that information but rather

Certain Someone

who was sitting behind the doors. Oh, I forgot, yes, I do not swing for the same team and I also like scheming, with a slight /kindly switch to French/ pincee de humeur qui m'est propre. Wink wink.
About the Africa part in Gentiles, there was a dream sequence chapter where Meth Squad, not so much of a dream team, us, the Slavic drug addicts run by

Miki Pastah

Assisted and created by me, sorry but no sorry the other characters have not been even developped, well, the trash and lowlifes of any given society were on the scavenger hunt for blue tanzanite diamonds in a village populated by local indigenous population. Soon after they or we find a point of contact meaning there is a local who knows where the blue stones were hidden, number two, me, blasts 3 Glock shots through a

''koliska''

Populated koliska. Oh, yeah, it was me who wrote the short story ''Potulky myslou sociopata'', yep, I am born in Kramare and not Osijek and as I have already mentionned, my center of interest is restricted to women, sous ensemble women at birth as well. So far about the main character. One more point to make before I finish the introduction to the first chapter, part two, warm up novel , with no real intention to publish on our newly founded publishing house Tiferet, warm up for Shlomo Rastah's memoirs, to be published on sublabel Nakladatelstvo Plankton, same as Dayin Kohenel has made a similar attempt and same as I owe a series of interviews to Nietopier.The memoirs I mean. Just want to add, for Illan's attention, that given the fact that there has happened a tragedy in Nietopier's trajectory through life / David Arnold FYI/'s family called odrazena gulka v Irish pube, he is the only one who will not have to say sorry to you for the ''hail to the victory'' and similar jeux de mots during your Geography classes upon meeting you in person. Why? David can be counted into minyan. But please Illan, bear in mind, that when I learnt that you were Jewish and a Hidden Child, Dayan Kohenel also known as David Jurik had to undergo a ''silne nazjapanie'' which was phrased in der Fremdsprache, in German. Why don't I say to people that I speak German a bit? Ich lieb' mein Spass. Ze warum.
Posledna vec, ktoru by som Ti Ivan rad zdelil je, ze kazda z mojich trapnych pisalkovskych sarad, kazdy z tychto pokusov, je pretransformovatelny do scenara, mna moze hrat iba Lubos Kostelny, v pripade divadelnej hry alternovany Alexandrom Madarom. Pozdrav Micci, ktoru som mozno poriadne ani nikdy nevidel, Marke, Vladi, Adke, Nadi, Zuze, Martine – Adkinej sestre a potom by som mohol este pokracovat aj Fuga scenou, ale este dvom Zuzanam, ktore vobec nepoznam, ale staraju sa o tanzanity menom Bigfish a Drakh. Cele to uzatvara menovkyna mojej babky Evy Lieskovcovej, taka jedna volakedy cervenovlasa, co som sa o nu prekrikoval s Memferom v starej Hargiho Fuge, pardon jednu, co ma vlasy farebne ako ta Suzanne Vega - plus pozdrav Bubble, ci by mi nespisala zoznam platni, co som jej posunul, posledny shout ide jednej Eve, co ked som sa raz zjavil vo Fuge a nasiel som ju v na bare v objati s Kabalom, tak som si povedal
-Prrr, tak taketo zmiesane partnerstva, ze marxista s anarchistkou, to kurva kokot teda ne!
Eva sa spozna aj sama, a kedze Miki Pastah chce hrat seba sameho, Teba Illan mal hrat Christoph Waltz. Die Klasse, eh? Az casom mi dosiel ten Tvoj vtip, ze hen, uspesny Izraelsky spisovatel. Hehe. Posielam najvacsi high five, Illan.
A teraz retrospektivne k deju.

70 years after the Dresden;s massacre, to the day

On the day when a certain aspect of mine has been unmasked, has been revealed, even to me dare I say, I started from my then headquarters, an own room which I presently do not have, so far about my life limitations and handicaps, I started my day routine from bed at Plzenska street in Bantustan and I proceeded to the gay club Barbados to meet a dear friend of mine. He ought to settle some financial matters after his birthday bash in this club. This very party's line-up included Kevi Anavi, Funez, then there is this act whose name I forgot, Chris Pera is associated. Duro, the friend in question and an old acquaintance with whom I grew up, who was the main protagonist of short story Giorgio, in brief Juro z Kramarov, he performed that night only briefly, with me and upon morning I was supposed to close the evening with a so to say Berghainesque dj set even though I never have or for the future, never intend to pay a visit to this snobbish, well-known Berlin night club. You have no idea what it still means to me, this booking and those kind words of praise from Miss Ivek, the kind and pretty blonde vinyl pusher from Notape.net. After some lines of charlie with the owners I return back home, in full coke rush, which is not something that I have in my usual curriculum very often, true, mark my words, it is the other substance that represents temptation for me. I might have been working on some chapters from finished trilogy called Ahasver. To cut it short, I was trying to duplicate three parts chef d'oeuvre of world cinema, Pusher. A funny questions follows for Marka :
-How do you keep Miki Pastah silemt for six hours?
-Simply, you ask him if he has seen Benjamin Kreko's favourite movie and then just press play.
For the record, he has not moved a finger, even he watched the ending where Raso and Milo reunite without a single word slipping from his mouth. With reader's permission, allow me to take a guess. I am thinking of a person from DJ's milieu whom I think would relate and that is Chucky. I think Chucky can relate to these words. Why am I addressing Marka again? See, I have this rule and it goes like this. I call it i to the power of two, same can be expressed by i multiplied by i, none of em written down in capital letters, and the result of this multiplication is -1. I multiply the folder of any given person by the negative result and here we go, the person is no longer in red figures. Very simple mathematics. This applies for instance for Jan Durovcik, who saved a human life or Peter Kokoska, Lubos Subotic's good friend, whose wife has an undisclosed handicap or MUDr. Tomas Stern, the chairman of ZNO BA whom I suspect of child adoption. You are all of grandeur of the soul or heart, you cannot be in negative figures with me. No way, Plukovnik Montoya...
Those were very difficult times, given the fact that two months after this moment I attempted suicide by presciption drug intake. I thought I kind of...well...signalled properly to Miki that I am no longer able to withstand the everlasting and omnipresent illusion of being a failure, heh, how had I done so? By saying to him, Turbonegro – Selfdestructo bust has to be played on my funeral. Same as usual, bypassing, not targeting, after the attempt dumb playing me. Well, as Miki was greeted half way through his stroll through our neighbourhood Ziegelfeld, we started to talk and soon after we realized there is a lot that we share. That we have in common. And for your kind attention, drugs were not the pinnacle of it. Not by a long shot.
We reminded each one of another. And we shared blunt dialogues such as
-Ty vies, kto je Dawud Ibrahim? No nech ti..
-Viem.
Nice one Pal, same as you were later to be mesmerized by my mathematical penchant and basic knowledge of economics, we both repeated the old Samuelson-Nordhaus saying
-In the long term, we are all dead.
I do no longer use it in any sense, perhaps only by adding
...but still, we are all one humanity.
Or something equally pathetic, hehe.
A main blow, coup de grace, came when he brought up this parrable.
-Ty si uplne jak Lubo.
-Ktory Lubo? Moj alebo Tvoj Lubo?
-Moj. Ty mas...
And I know how I carry my pinkies but as I stated above I do not...
-Ty mas fotograficku pamat.
Bam, straight into your mushkee, as comedian Paul Kaye impersonating an American lawyer sniffing his way through London would put it.
He noticed it first. Plus he took care of my mom when I was away. Who took care of my dad, his girlfriend, his parental duties and G-d. Yep, he carried him to that bus station where I loaded off, with only one intention, to tell Mom's mom and Benjamin that I regained faith in Him. One person still to go, from the list. The former, well, she already has her name on common tombstone with Mom's dad who left us in year 2000. Reunited with Grandpa's sister, overseeing us, having a crack in Olam HaBa. With Grandpa n Granny, you have no questions whether they have been two complimentary elements of one soul, representing a couple, two soulmates. Funny thing happened to me recently.
7 years of one's own private giyur can bring many discrepancies and wrongdoings. Me I kind of, how to say it, well me, I am also a human being and I do not want to use the ''everyone makes mistakes and switches the order of things'', I would rather say, we are social beings and we are programmed to look for one's significant other. Well, I just want to bring a potential occurrence, that I have spotted a very likely soulmate of mine. Before badenbaden, which is my own term for mikveh immersion. My whole conversion process is put on halt, I found myself a rabbi who can see my potential and on top of that, well, remember, this is staglation number two, we have already been through something like this. We can overcome worse scenarios, we have made it through Covid. Whom us? Us, one humanity.
PS
-Miki, ja som sa pri jej mame dvakrat zmylil v poctoch...
-Hmm, to bude vazne.
Wink wink.