Special blog edition in observance of the Independence Day. For my dear friends in Canada, Germany, Poland, France, UK and USA
I (Michal Koci) am not important. It's Logr who matters. Basta Logr goes to New York. Here, in this blog, I will write everything, the whole everything, and even more, so help me Logr.
Logr has been told once that the word mango in the language of Polynesians means a kiss. That's what Basta recalled on Saturday when wistful about his girlfriend - beautiful, smart but across the ocean. A mango will be a substitute. I will have a mango for breakfast, on the beach, Logr decided.
When it comes to food, the beach sand can be a nuisance. It gets everywhere and tenderness can quickly turn into roughness. That's why Logr with his mango just passed the lifeguard and headed to the jetty. Well... jetty - rather a long pile of large stones going to the sea.
Half way to the desired stone at the end, a whistle stops Logr. The lifeguard is waving. I should go back, Logr's guessing. But then he notices a couple swimming dangerously close to the jetty. They willingly swim to the safe waters and Logr continues on.
It is a craft to indulge in a mango and not to become sweet-sticky. The ceremony of mango-peeling Basta Logr learned from Zuzana Chvatikova.
Based on the mango shape, Logr's guessing the position of the flat pit. Then he's cutting off the hemispheres just along the pit.
Then he's placing the hemisphere into his palm and carefully cutting the pulp so that the peel stays untouched. Afterwards the same, just cross-hatching to the previous cuts. The pulp is now cut into cubes.
And now, Logr is enjoying this part of the ceremony, he turns the hemisphere inside out. It looks like... hm, it looks like a half of grenade to me. It is possible to bite the cubes now without getting sticky.
Logr is already salivating, he cannot wait, the mango smells like tropical islands and the taste will be even better. Logr is opening his mouth... he hears a shriek from the beach behind him. He turns around and sees an uniform on the first stone. It's shrieking at Logr!
"No, I won't give you a piece!" Logr turns back and wants to bite in. But he hears a firm: “COME HERE NOW!”
The cop is more annoying than the beach sand, Basta thinks to himself. He observes how the cop jumps to the next stone and losing balance, he accidentally grabs his holster.
I'd better be going because as the gunfighter John Wesley Hardin used to say: "The gun is always right!"
As Logr is jumping towards the cop he notices that the cop is upset, sweaty, chunky, has a mustache... a female?
"Sir, you are jeopardizing yourself but you are jeopardizing me too, since I had to go after you."
“What?”
“Can't you read? You violated the local ordinance. Don't you see the sign? Your ID please."
“I don't have it on me.”
“What?! Should I check you in the database?”
“Do whatever you need to.”
“Follow me.”
...
“This one was on the jetty and doesn't have ID.”
“Is he causing any trouble? Should I put him handcuffs? What's the mango for?”
“He's ok.”
“Yes, I'm ok, I'm Bast Logr, from Czech, born...”
“You have to go to court.”
“Could I just pay the fine here right now? Would you like a mango?”
“No, you have to go to court.”
“And what should I expect?”
… to be continued.
Or maybe not. It depends on the verdict of the court case which is going to take place the first week of August. I'm really curious about Logr. Allegedly he's already preparing a defense.
Michal Koci's note:
The method of mango-peeling from Zuzana Chvatíkova is not perfect. The grenade hemisphere can be indeed eaten without making yourself sticky. But how about the middle part? You will end up cutting the peel off, grab it with your hands and gnaw the pulp. So, you will get messy anyway.
