Fish.

There is something about Fish. I know Im in the old country, the home of my ancestors; the call towards an older way. It manifests in small ways, like A brief and subtle feeling of familiarity, A corner that speaks to you, A building that pulls you, an old man that draws you in, and fish. I have had A craving for fish here like no other time or place in my life. It's like the old digestive ghost of the past is creeping up on me. And the fish is good here; Its one of the first words I learned to say; Rybi or Rybu, they seem to understand regardless. And can you guess what I am having for dinner tonight?