A great great great great grandfather & Youtube

A great great great great grandfather was shot off his horse by communists in Soviet Russia. He died in the arms of his son, who later would carry his brothers and sisters with him across Europe and over to America. Today, years later still, his grandson many times over sips cigarette down at a Parisian cafe in México. It’s Sunday September, early morning with a too hot coffee so he waited.

He had his coffee with a salad, which turned out to be a big mess. A carrot chunk stuck in throat, a cherry popped over coat, the soft boiled egg rolled off the plate and onto the floor; all the while watching the brightest minds of other generations trying their very best on Youtube.

Ciudad de México, Septiembre 2022