October 7th not only reminds me of today Vladimir Putin again has come one year closer to his biological end.
Surely His Magnificent Ruthlessness, the President of the so-called Russian Federation enjoys a most happy day with all his dear friends, and everyone will have done his best to make the flawless democrat happy. I wonder which one was the most special present today.
Seven years ago, October 7th, 2006 some admirers intended to surprise
(?) their beloved President with a very very special present - and
assassinated Anna Politkovskaya.
Voilà, the ingredients for Risotto Seanese. Well, almost.
You do, of course, need Risotto Rice, white wine, (sea-) salt, pepper and Parmeggiano. Not in the picture: vegetable stock. In lieu thereof the cod which went with today's risotto.
For several days I am cudgeling my brains, but just can't remember whether I read or heard the following somewhere; neither if it it was in English or another language and I just translated the following. The person who coined this will forgive me. In case s/he is dead, her / his heirs might sue me.
It would be a nice story.
Anyway, here is the thought.
Life is the episode between not existing and not existing