The Treasure

Guess what? It's raining. Unusual, I'd say.
Dear London, what a nice welcome back! Thank you! In the end I love you anyway.. Just odi et amo. Why? Nescio, sed sentio, et excrucior.

And now you probably expect me to present myself. I'd love to, trust me. But I don't know me, so I don't see how the hell am I supposed to inform you.
Being yourself is easy. Becoming yourself is not. I guess this is what we have to do. It doesn't mean to pick up an identity from the Postmodernismarket, choose a soul and change it as we change socks according to the weather.
Oh, please, I don't wanna be a blank pastiche. Not today.

Rabbi Eisik, son of Rabbi Jekel, lived in Cracow. One night, he dreamt there was a treasure buried near a bridge in Prague. He ignored the dream (it was, after all, only a dream), but when had had it for two more nights, he decided to walk the long way to Prague. When he got there, there was the bridge, just as he had dreamt it! Unfortunately, there was one small difference: the bridge was guarded by a soldier. Eisik sit there patiently, but the guard was around night and day. On the third day, the captain of the guards became curious and asked that strange old man if he was waiting for someone and why he was sitting there all the time. Eisik told the story of the dream, and the captain laughed. “A dream!” he said. “Who can believe in dreams? For instance, I have had a dream for three nights, that there is a treasure buried by the stove in the home of Eisik, son of Jekel, in Cracow. But do you see me going to Cracow to dig for it, where half of the people are called Eisik, and the other half Jekel? Ahahah you fool! No, I stay here, where I am supposed to be.
The old Eisik thanked him, and took the long way home again. He dug by his stove, and...
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Let's take this journey.
Enjoy.