Joyful Jaunt and a Life Divided

A joyful jaunt in Brussels. The bellows of our lungs swamped with Belgian beer. Now only a train and plane separates me and the fair streets of Vienna, where I will unite with my woman under the pillars constructed by the hands of ancient pious craftsmen. But the next day, a new partition of life begins in Prague, Czech Republic. Can a man remain whole against the many cuts of the knife of life?

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