In the Carpathians

Me too. I never knew what the Carpathians were or are. Turns out the Carpathians are a mountain range poised majestically in the west part of Romania. And the royal family of Romania chose these mountains for their summer residence. But they had to build a palace suitable for their well-financed tastes. So this is what they built.

It's really not bad for just a summer residence. Considering their main palace was in Bucharest. But for a summer in the woods, it must have done quite well (and cost a fortune). I went there today and this is what I saw.

Completely Different.” I wonder if our friends in the Monty Python troupe ever predicted that the phrase they made popular would ever be used to introduce contemporary art from Croatia.


For once I'm writing as I travel. Today I took this photo of the world's second largest administrative building. The largest is the Pentagon in Washington D.C. The building you see here is the Palace of Parliament in Bucharest, Romania. It was ordered in 1983 and is still not completed. But it houses the two houses of government and has somewhat endless meeting rooms. It is so large that a good part of its space is empty.

The Palace, which covers 82 acres and is 15 stories high (five underground) is the last effigy of the now dead president of Romania, Nicolae Ceausescu. He and his wife Elena (the Prime Minister) were shot by a firing squad immediately after a trial that lasted less than two hours on Christmas Day 1989. Their story and that of Romania during their “reign” as self-appointed king and queen of Romania is a tough story. This is a rough photo scooped from YouTube, but it shows the primitive nature of the killing of the President and the Prime Minister.

Our Earth

Extracting from our Earth
Extracting from our Earth
Taking Gas
Grabbing Gold
Snatching every bit of Crude
We’ll get it All
Sometime Soon
All the Wealth Inside
Our Earth
Will be in Our Hands
Or in Our Fires
Then I Wonder?
What Shall We Do?
Our Earth is Empty
It’s Larder Bare
It’s Womb Can
Give No More
I guess We’ll Sit
On a Desolate Cliff
Or On a Barren Ocean Shore.

A Mirror

I looked into a mirror today.
And, as I looked, I thought
Who is that guy?
I’ve lived with him
All my life.
And I wonder why.

About This Place…

"This website is dedicated to the many people of the Democratic Republic of the Congo who have suffered and died."


The writer was a journalist, prosecutor, and Canadian soldier who is now trying to help the people who live in the DR Congo.


The photographs and the commentary here are solely those of the writer and his pet dog named "Bark." The United Nations and MONUSCO have nothing to do with this website.

Similarly, the township of Puskokum in eastern Tennessee is equally not interested.