Crying for Caruso

This evening visiting Sian's blog and enjoying her photos of clouds bringing snow to Graemsay/Orkney, when reading of her daily feeding the wild birds, I immediately thought of a dear friend in Milan I met in February 2003 when he and I were engaged with Poets Against War (PAW). Giulio used to write at night. And often his emails ended with regards from him and Caruso, the blackbird that had just begun singing on his balcony.
Last Saturday was my friend's birthday, and I wished him well and asked, if Caruso had already serenaded him.
The answer: "I miss our blackbirds. We can no longer be their friends, the condominium saw to that- you can’t feed wild birds!"
The peace of the night.

This photo, taken on his balcony,
was attached to my friend's recent email.
A photo taken in June 2008 of 'Mister'
who might well have been a descendant of 'Caruso'.

Yolocaust

Certain young contemporaries obviously need to be taught the hard way. And not only on January 27.

Yolocaust


P.S. When I decided to post this, there were quite a few more photos. 
Since, most of the "artists" took the offer to send an email to undouche them:  "I'm on one of the pictures and suddenly regret having uploaded it to the internet. Can you remove it?"Even the two young gentlemen who found so funny to post their photo adding "Jumping on dead Jews".

P.P.S. Meanwhile all photos have been removed.