That snot the point

Given a choice I think I will live in Poland - no wait - Vienna. Been reading C's book 'The last exit' where all the unhappy sordid people live in Vienna, come home to people whom they now know nothing about - mothers who cook and sigh every 15 minutes, fathers who dont go on evening walks anymore, sisters who have learned to make tender mango pickle (please to note that three years ago, she used to STEAL them) from mother (who at that time cooked but didn't sigh). There is also a brother somewhere in the story - the apple of everyone's eyes - but that's not (that snot which by itself, it must be argued, is pretty sordid), the point. So poor sordid guy finds that he doesn't belong there anymore - belong is such a nice word - so he promptly takes papa's coat (sniff sniff) - because it is very cold in Vienna, and takes a flight back to that place. I guess he lived happily for the next three years - who can say. I will say hello to him when I meet him on a Sunday - next to Cohen's.