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War

As usual, around 10 PM I took a taxi to my favorite restaurant on 77th and Madison.
The city was deserted tonight. Even the taxi drivers were escaping the blizzard.
If we have a war against terrorism and a war against drugs and as far as I know also a war against poverty why not a war against snow? How difficult can that be? But then again, I’m not a member of the Pentagon yet.
My restaurant was closed.
The manager opened the door for me and he let me in. “I’m sorry,” he said. “There weren't any customers tonight, we closed early. But I can offer you a fruit salad and a coffee.”

“That’s why we need a war against snow,” I wanted to say but I remained silent.

My dinner consisted of a fruit salad, two espressos macchiato, two glasses of water, two limoncellos and seven cookies.
What a beautiful dinner it was.


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Arnon
At first it seems like a nice gesture, but on second thought i think that the manager did a bad job. The time that you spent in the restaurant was about 1,5 hour (?), so then he had to serve you a menu. Its hard to survive these nasty NY conditions on a beautiful fruit salad and the manager of a restaurant ought to know. Especially when dealing with someone disguised as a Californian undercoveragent pretending to be an incognito European flip-flop-cop. Now was this the case?
I'm surprised you ate and drank so many things! It must have taken a lot of courage, or does ths come natural to you?
Seven cookies... you must have been hungry still? If I munch seven cookies after a salad and coffee it means I'm starving.
I tried to go and see the very last screening of "The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus" at the local English cinema last night. But the underground refused to come and after we've reached the cinema on foot they told us that their heating doesn't work. I wasn't very keen on catching a cold so we left "unverrichteter Dinge". The cinema will close down in June which is a pity because it was nice with its ripped seats, musty smell and crackly sound. "Find two proper seats next to each other at the Turmpalast" used to be one of my favourite pastimes.
Bad weather
Today, as I was waiting to be served in the local snack bar, a woman next to me told me: ‘I am just back from a funeral. And I was happy to be there. It made me see things in a better perspective, you know, those complaints about the weather and so…”.
I got a bit upset when she said that she was happy to be there at the funeral. But not for long.
Cleaning the streets
Maybe there is no war against snow but here but they clean the streets very fast. If it snows for a day and the streets are totally covered with snow they are clean the next morning. L:ast week I was near Washington and now I am in NY and it's the same in both places.
In a war against snow, perhaps we could have chargable blow-dryers as civilian weapons. The sun would be our biggest ally and anti-freeze like purple-haze. I wonder what a secret agent like Arnon could do for us in this war. Write anti-snow propaganda?
'Say no to snow!'