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“We have had no good comic operas of late, because the real world has been more comic than any possible opera.” – Illustrated London News, Jan. 17, 1931 G. K. Chesterton

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"I am the last monarch of the old world. As Emperor, it is my duty to protect my peoples from their politicians" -Franz Joseph, Emperor of Austria-Hungary

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In Which we have many years in a week: Morning in Brazil, too?

Good morning, most kind and dear friend, reader of this present post, too! How are you? This is a post I have been trying to write since this Tuesday or so... and it has been quite hard to think on what to develop into a more substancial thought. There is a lot that I would like to talk, and I was terrified of starting a post, only to delete it and leave it at that, it happened time and again, and it destroys me for the moment. I don't know why such a strong repulsion against starting a thought and not knowing how to end, not finding a good way to conclude. Perhaps it is fear of fatigue. Or of being mistreated. But I do have an ongoing trend that I perceive, I really, really wanted to mention it. I did start the year a bit annoyed with the 2016 nostalgia, and on that line, I said that it was more of a 1989 year than 2016. I said it due to the capture of Maduro, the (ongoing) second Iranian Revolution and war, the immense losses the left suffered across latin America, that brought s...
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Joey and the Barbershop Incident, Part 1

Hello everyone! So I just finished, on Microsoft Word, my new Story, Joey and the barbershop incident, featuring Joey, again, and my friend Bjarke, as Bjarksen. I will post the whole story today, I hope you may not dislike it, let us see how it goes! Later on, hopefully this month even, I will comment on the story and hopefully things will be fine. Well, here's part 1.



Joey needed a haircut, and to have his beard shaved, that was a fact, one that he could not fight against, he saw his image in the mirror, his puffy hair and puffy beard, made him resemble Commodus, ancient Caesar of Rome. This was not a wonderful view, as this was the same who brought ruin to a weakened empire. Weeks and weeks have passed, even months, and even if this fact was present, he postponed it. No longer. Picking up his goggles, proper hat and driving his steam carriage, he went to have his life fixed.
It was something meaningful, a new era for him, one where the suffering of the past would be forgotten. Arriving at the barbershop, he patiently waited his time to be treated. Fortunately not many people had the same issues or ideas as he had that day, so the awaiting line was short and swift, one of the barbers called his name, he went to his special chair, seems right, seems regular, trivial. The man is an artist of his trade, reducing Joey’s hair only in size, taking off its volume. The beard was next, of course this was a delicate part. With the appropriate material, the hairdresser got a hot towel and applied into Joey’s face, and his eyes were closed.
The man did his job as Joey thought what series of events had led to that moment, fights and words of violence, depression and fear of the future, tiredness. Something slipped through his fingers, but now he was grabbing everything back, starting from his hairstyle.
His face was then uncovered, and the barber did his job, silently and diligently. When he finally opened his eyes again, though, there was something wrong. 

Part 2 of the story is found here.
Part 3 is found HERE!
Part 4 is found hereeee
I ADVISE YOU TO KEEP THIS TAB OPENED AND GO CLICKING ON THE TABLE OF CONTENTS HERE PUT, FOR A FASTER READING.
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