Twoways

My first blog proper now serves as a cute reminder. One of basic ideas of writing indeed is - to document. And now that we have the death of the e-mail, I decided to treat myself to some more of the same.
The title? Eh, free associating, the purpose might e.g. be to serve as a beacon to all those poor foreign tourists. I have recently applied for a post of a travel writer at an online page, only to be disappointed by inadequate quality of the web thing. The scam is to take the buck from real guidebooks. Then again, what might be more appropriate than create a diary after eighteen years of absence from my hometown.
As language is a notoriously imprecise medium, I figure I must explain the adjective poor. I am now reading 'Imagining the Balkans', from which it is obvious foreigners either romanticise or denounce the primitivism of the folk discovered but two hundred years ago by the West. We, for our part, either admire their great infrastructure or laugh off the unsuccessful attempts of getting us right. (As an aside, one of boons of the coming Union is that superior infrastructure creates superior morals. I would honestly vote in favour if only I did not know better, i.e. their agenda is not to provide aid - it never has been.)
While recently studying the first seven centuries of Christianity in terms of the body, I was struck by the fact there never is no coherent tradition neither. We inherit what survives, true, but at any given point there is only a cacophony of voices. Here's mine - stored on a remote server.