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First of all: I really love this song, though it confuses me. It kind makes me want to dance and gyrate and do other random happy things.

Second: I am packed! Or, at least, I am almost totally and completely packed and I have only a few more things to do, which are mostly things that have to be done at the last second, such as throwing out my few last remnants of food and taking my shampoo from the shower. But the room looks as naked and spotless as it was when I entered. It's a little weird but nice.

Third: I am not feeling any particular nostalgia about leaving Vienna. It was a great experience, my German is greatly improved, I made my vow to someday live in Berlin, but it was a thing that I was always planning as temporary and I don't mind it staying that way. Getting back to the suburbs does not fill me with overwhelming glee, but it does come with my family and stuff like that. I am going to see a lot of my friends this summer- making a point of it.

Fourth: I have no idea what to write about for today. Apparently my story yesterday freaked my mother out, but..., well, she's slightly prone to that with regard to certain issues, like her children.

Fifth: Spain and Germany are playing in the Euro Soccer Championship, which means the city is now full of happy, loud people on whom I can eavesdrop. I blame the Germans for the fact that my two-step flight from Vienna to London to Boston got changed to a three step flight to Hanover then London to Boston. The Germans will be fleeing the city after the game, I suppose. Though I don't know how many will be on my flight- it's kind of early for them, really. I suppose they will be out partying late.

I am also presuming that the Austrians are divided between rooting for the Germans (shared language, cultural points, huge inferiority complex though) versus the Spanish (who are not German. That might very well be enough for some Austrians.)

Beanie out.

365: Day 6: I believe that fishkind was meant to transcend our wetter nature.

Day 6
“We should never have left the ocean at all.”
“Shut up, Mike.”
“Really! The whole process was just embarrassing. I don’t know what to do with myself without gills and these nose things are such a poor decision- they stick right out into your field of vision.”
“Mike. Really. Shut up.”
“Why? We’ve made a bad choice. Let’s just face it. This whole surface idea was a whim on my part and it was just not a good fit for us. We can go back and asked to have it reversed.”
“I like the surface world.”
“Sue, there’s nothing up here but us and some other weird religious fanatics! No society to speak of!”
“Also, no bigger predators to eat us, no competition for food and good places to live in coral reef, no need to throw the weaker relatives out to the sharks when they come by looking for their ‘protection fees.’”
“But we know how to deal with the sharks and the predators. We had family back in the deep- now we’re some sort of new species- my mother wouldn’t even recognize me!”
“Your mother was a salmon, Mike. She wouldn’t recognize any of her hatched eggs, because she died laying you all! “
“As it should be! Don’t tell me your looking forward to this insane idea of mammerailian reproduction- popping live, squirming hatchlings out of your body.”
“Mammalian, Mike. They say it worked out fine in all the test subjects and their spawn.”
“Yeah, the ones who did live through it!”
“You just said that fish should die in spawning. Mike, if you don’t want to be here, you don’t have to be here. You can have the process reversed and go back to fins again. You don’t believe in the Doctrine of Evolution. You shouldn’t have to go through with it if you not a believer.”
“Religion, again! Look, Sue you know I didn’t mean it like that. I’m… glad that you get so much comfort from the idea of a Drier Being. I just…”
“You just think I’m crazy to take it this far? That it’s all a pleasant delusion until I actually start to carry it out? Mike, I believe that fishkind was meant to transcend our wetter nature. We are supposed to ascend to the Drier Realms of Being, and the only way to do that is to give up our gills and breathe.”
“Sue, I didn’t mean anything bad by it.”
“But you’re not happy here on land. This is a dream come true for me, and you’re not happy.”
“No. No, I’m not. But. I love you. So, if this is what you need, I’ll get used to it. I’ll just have to put my best fin forward.”
“Foot, Mike, you have feet now.”
“Yeah, but ‘best foot’ just sounds silly.”