War and Peace and Hamlet in an East and West Side Story

“If everyone fought for their own convictions there would be no war.”
― Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace


(Post follows Paris Night Bamako Morning: Are We Being Followed in a Tale of Two Cities?)

Romantically, our stroll up the Cally Road through war and peace the night before Bamako morning began in Paris.

Vive La Revolution! Bastille, January 1990.

A new decade a new world for us both. Petra was getting used to being a teenager in Czechoslovakia with a broken Berlin Wall, natioanl identity crisis and French literature, films and art flooding east into Petra’s bedroom in the mountains of Moravia. I was getting used to a post-Thatcher Britain as a student abroad in Paris, living between two of the scenes of the recent attacks, Place de la Republique and Place de la Bastille.

Ah Petra! Those crazy youthful peace marching days!

Paris Night Bamako Morning: Are We Being Followed in a Tale of Two Cities?

Bamako day.

Bamako is a sometime home for me. Paris was once my home too. I’m going to Bamako in January.

Weirdly, the night before Bamako morning, as my lady and I were wandering home along the Caledonian Road mulling over the War on Terror, as you do, we had a stange sensation that we were being followed. Waking to Bamako day confirmed our suspicions.