goodbye my friends, it's hard to die
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I bought these shoes years and years ago, in a sale that made it clear that they'd only dance a summer. And yet, they've been around ever since, admired by many, hit hard by quite a few European sidewalks, repaired by skilled craftsmen and washed several times in the machine, in a bag among clothes, because that's how much brain I had (and still do).
They failed me lately, and they're going away, but tribute must be paid to their endurance and beauty. Not much tribute to my brain, on the other hand, for failing, as well, to come up with some magic fix and convince some lazy London quick repairman that all he ever wanted was to make these babies live forever. If they had nine lives, they used each twice.
Remembering them while Romania loses to The Netherlands at Euro 2008 and goes home within minutes should be a clear indication of where my loyalties lie. With self.
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