8:30 am. Taxi. One minute away. Taxi driver’s name: Dragan. From former Yugoslavia. Kind enough to pick up my bags. Take me to La Guardia. Ask where I’m from. Listen to this. He pushes a CD. Antonio Lauro. Do you know who he is? I don’t. He’s from Venezuela. Like you. He was one of the foremost composers of the guitar in the 20th century. Track 16. My favorite. It’s called “Flores De La Montaña”. This is the kind of music I play to de-stress. Stress kills. Arguing too. “You can take a horse to a river”. “You can’t make the horse drink the water”. To see the truth. Do we really have the truth? - I ask. Well. Isn’t the snow white? There’s this Nobel Prize British writer called Bertrand Russell. Wrote a book called “Impact of Science On Society”. Talks about how if you tell/hear long enough that the snow is black you start to believe it. Don’t you think we believe whatever gives reason to our existence? - I ask again. How do we know the snow is snow? That white is actually white? We’re here, Isabelle. I’ll write about this conversation Dragan. If you do, send me an email. Here’s my card. I will. Keep my word. Here’s a poem for the road.
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