David Letterman, Benny Andersson and me.

From pastures of Balkans where goats go free straight to the capital of the world, Rome of today’s roman Empire, Mothership of all ships, city that never sleeps, New York, New York. And Broadway!

Being given a chance to fight for the greater good in the name of Barbarity and actually sit in the same room as whole bunch of other Barbarians for 7 months, came up as a dream come true ever since I saw Thundarr as a kid, which followed with hero of my childhood, Conan. And conquering the world in barbaric way by doing awesome work has been inspiring to follow and hopefully take part.

THE FIRST DAY- everything as planned until I was informed about “Happy Mondays” where Barbarians go out and drink like adolescents after work on Mondays without any particular reason so they thought it would be appropriate to make new intern so drunk on their cost so he can do embarrassing things that this blog or any other blogs will never write about. Everything ended with a collective call-in-sick Tuesday. Not an exemplary start for Nemo, Hyper-man with ambitions.

I love being in NYC ! But there are some things that do match with my expectations (listed as ACH JA!) and some things that have made me dissapointed (NICH-NICH) here it comes:

ACH JA!
cops DO eat doughnuts and drink coffee in beside their cars, drinking games at fraternity parties do kick ass (WASAAAA!), people are generally nice to tourists except when you ask them directions to twin-towers and show picture of it in a guide-book -rule number one: don’t mention the war on terror, also, don’t make jokes about Obama, America is just not ready for that in this historical moment. African-Americans do say “nigga” to each other but it doesn’t give right to the others to do same.

NICH-NICH:
Taxi driver laugh at you when you point on a car and tell him to follow it, restaurant personnel in China town can not kung fu (at least they don't use it on regular basis), Italians in Little Italy are actually Little Mexicans with no Rocky Balboa accent. Cops don't read you your rights when they catch you going on subway without a valid ticket (but they do tell to take out hands from pockets so they can see them) and there is NO coffee place called "Central Perk".



A Formal Friday salute from roofs of Broadway to you all!
Nemo