misha9999999

I have a movie for every night... Last night it was
the "Pianist" the latest Roman Polanski situation...
I started watching it, and I just couldn't... I can't
bring myself to watch movies like that... Such a pussy, you might say... Well, I said the same thing to myself, got drunk and started watching it again. This time successfully. The best part of that movie was that there was no sex scenes, and that the guy actually never killed anyone or never even picked up a gun during the whole freaking movie! Thank you. And then you start putting yourself into their shoes. What would you do? Run. Fight.
This interesting character who has a violin repair shop here in Cleveland (and who actually owns one of the Stradivarius's) told me this joke, when me and my now long time ago ex came there to fix her
violin. Goes like this: "Why do Jewish parents teach their kids to play a violin? Because it's harder to run with a piano..." ha. True. Though my grandparents
tried to teach my mom piano, but that was right after the war and there was nowhere to run, so they didn't really care, you know... That piano was sitting at their house for like 40 years before it got sold together with the apartment... I remember screwing around on it as a kid, I guess I had just as little musical talent as my mom... But I got sidetracked here... Back to the movie. So what would you do? I know it's fucking wrong but usually an hour or so afterwards I just want to kill every person of German, polish and a few other descents...
And that's fucked up in a way. When I went to Germany once, my parents were in shock... Especially my mom, she still can't forgive, her grandparents were all killed. So they were like, where are you going? why? I couldn't explain to them that I don't feel that what they feel... I have it in me to forgive and forget... Maybe I shouldn't... Who the fuck knows...