In Pastel colurs

In Pastel colours

I wonder if Rick, in Casablanca, reopened his bar, or did
he go back to the states, getting married, settling down as
a scriptwriter in Hollywood? “You must remember this,
a kiss….”Or a writer of sad poems where everyone dies
before getting a chance to be happy

I was in Casablanca once, didn’t find Rick’s place though,
mind it could have changed name, none of the natives had
heard of it; so I bought a pair of leather slippers and a fez,
sat in a bar, drank brandy, fell asleep and someone stole
my Moroccan hand made slippers.

Think I suffered an attack of too much reality, why can’t
places be as interesting, as they are on the screen, it can’t
be that hard to have a couple of nazi hooligans, walking
about, say, in Casablanca. Hang on! Why did Rick open
a bar in a Moslem country?

Mind you, old Nazis are being rehabilitated now Estonians,
who fought in the nazi army against Soviet Russia, are
getting medals. Holocaust is pure cant, told by prisoners who
didn’t like boiled codfish and potatoes served more than twice
a week. So, who’ got problem with reality then?