CHILDREN OF THE CORN
PODCETRTEK, Slovenia – Daylight come and I wan' go home. Or at least to hide my dizzy head.
My Terme Olimia host – beautiful, brilliant Mojca – remained composed as I inquired about the bananas (how could I not?).
Then – bless her – she diplomatically suggested: "could those be corn cobs?"
I roared with laughter. Smiling, she changed the subject: class.
But a few minutes later, human nature won out. "Would you mind if I told the banana story? It's a bit funny," she admitted.
Anytime, m' dear.
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