In the beginning...

there was Suisse. Then the graduates' tears rained down from the sky creating new rivers all over the world. As they left one by one, bridges were built, and the rivers were gotten over. A great rift had nevertheless been made in the space-time continuum held together only by the weak philotic twinings of those who left. With this blog, the philotic threads will be maintained through the sarcastic comments, the stupid ones, the intelligent ones, the sentimental ones, and of course, the non-sequitors that describe life as an outsider in what is legally your own country.

now is the appropriate time to say... "what?!"