h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

EAST AND WEST

In the West you find fashions.
In the East you find passion.
The West has fancies.
The East has dreams.
In the East they laugh for no good reason.
But in the West the laugh is on you.

EASTERNERS, WESTERNERS

Westerners judge.
Easterners observe.
Westerners compete.
Easterners lack the edge.
Their skin is too thin.
Sometimes they drink too much.

THE RUSSIAN PRINCE

One way or another an Easterner always looks out of place in the US of America. The US of America looked out of place around Sasha.
He was born on Sakhalin peninsula. There was a quiet about him, a sense of eternity. He had those dreaming eyes that look beyond the horizon, and deep inside everything. His melancholy was as gigantic as his laughter.
"I'm lucky, I adapt very fast." He said. "I am glad I had the courage to take that step. I dance everywhere in the country, everywhere in the world. It’s great, I feel wonderful."
He seemed invincible, invulnerable, he was uncontrollable, and knew he would never see his country, family and love again.
When I think of Sasha I think of great strength. He was the man who made the difference, every time.

THE WORLD TO DANCE IN

Dancing lion. Lion dancer.
Whirling round and round the world,
in the blast of trumpets and fanfares,
big and brash and powerful,
abandoned blond mane flying.

Charismatic, spectacular, flamboyant.
Whimsical, guileless, ironic.
Moody, brooding, haunted.
Lunatic, perfectionist, obsessive.
Lonely?
Afraid?
He drank too much.

A flame burning high and bright, briefly.
Left are ashes in the sea.
The Pacific ocean separates
California and Sakhalin.

I suppose i ought to make this an entry not for review, then i could go editing it without the same thing popping up each time at those hapless friends places. Maybe i will later on.