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- It began with dense fog. (Part 1)
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Category Archives: Sports
I never understood American Football. I once stayed with a friend in Kentucky for a couple of days who tried to explain it to me while watching endless matches, but the minutiae of the rules never stuck with me for … Continue reading
(Photographed in the Durmitor mountains in Montenegro.)
A few years ago, when I still had my personal Facebook account, I installed the Chess application and played rather regularly with people from all over the world. With one of these virtual chess partners I played almost every day, … Continue reading
If Russia will ever seek to dominate the world, you can’t say you haven’t been warned:
When I signed up for the half marathon, a friendly lady pointed out to me that the clock would be changed tomorrow, on 26 October, the day of the race. I would have overlooked that. My first thought: “How stupid … Continue reading
Today, I shall attempt to run the half marathon from Danilovgrad to Podgorica. That is in Montenegro. Yes, both of these cities are (a half marathon is not that long). I am reminded of a passage in Ismail Kadare’s book The Fall of … Continue reading
The loneliest basketball court I have ever seen. Somewhere in Scotland, along the West Highland Way. Unfortunately I had forgotten to take a basketball with me on the 154-km hike. When might have been the last time that someone played here?