Jutro petoga novembra dvehiljade osme godine pamticu kao jutro u kome je sve bilo bas kako treba. Bilo je suncano, citavih osamnaest stepeni, moji platani jos nisu izgubili lisce tako da sam se probudio u sobi koja je bila sva u nekakvom zlatnom sjaju. U stvari jos lepse, zlato je (meni bar) nekako hladnjikavo, ovaj sjaj je bio mnogo topliji. A na celo zemlje kojoj sam se nekada divio i koju sam u medjuvremenu, izmedju ostalog i kroz razocaranja, zavoleo dosao je covek kome se divim i za koga se iskreno nadam da cu ga, izmedju ostalog i kroz razocaranja, zavoleti. Ponekad i veoma krupne stvari
This morning my Sunday looked quite promising. I was done with all the usual weekend stuff and was looking forward to go to lunch with my son. He is an intelligent young man and I enjoy my conversations with him. Even more so since last Fall when he took the course on Marx. And I like going to Hyde Park, the neighborhood, particularly the campus, has that smell of Ivory Towers so dear to me.
The minor nuisance was that I had to drop my daughter at her dance class; her studio is near Bucktown, some twenty minutes north of Hyde Park. I say minor because she is, since she started snowboarding
If Obama's Presidency proves to be just one tenth as intelligent, moral and eloquent as his acceptance speech was, my children and all children of the Planet will live in a better World. I sure hope it will. With all my hart...