A Letter to my English Friends

Good old England is like a head of old moldy Camembert cheese served in an expensive restaurant accompanied by good wine and sometimes good company. Everywhere you look, everything in this country has a tinge of mold — old Victorian houses, uncollected garbage on the streets, lichens on the trees in parks, food, drink, and human relations.

Everything here is inspiring at first, then disappointing, then horrifying, then becoming the new normality. It’s a system of British prosperity that’s been in place for centuries.

“Are you all right, sir?” — a question that implies only an affirmative answer.

Meet one of the famous ravens of the Tower of London also known as the guardians of the Tower. Photo by the author

The wisest inhabitants of London, the black ravens in the Tower, look on with a seemingly indifferent calm, mixed with a touch of irony and suspicion. After all, foxes never sleep and are always ready for something tastier than leftovers from Burger King. Foxes live everywhere in London and act as “forest sanitarians” as they are omnivorous and sometimes indistinguishable from rats. The latter, however, are also common and can reach impressive sizes. Post apocalypse London belongs to animals, not humans, they are the true masters of the situation. The only connection between these…