“The true Vienna lover lives on borrowed memories. With a bitter-sweet pang of nostalgia he remembers things he never knew. The Vienna that is, is as nice a town as there ever was. But the Vienna that never was is the grandest city ever.”
— Orson Welles, Vienna (1968)
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I'm Nicholas Bakos, a.k.a. "NikoBako." I'm Greek (Roman really, but only a handful of people today fully understand what I'm talking about when I say that, so I use "Greek" for shorthand). I'm from New York. I live all over the place these days. The rest should become obvious from the blog.
See especially "JADDE: THE MISSION AND STARTING OFF, the blog's first entry below, and JADDE: THE NAME OF THIS BLOG for my general agenda:
"What I hope this blog accomplishes is to create even the tiniest amount of common consciousness among readers from the parts of the world in question."
Please contact me with comments, questions, complaints or -- please -- corrections at: nikobakos@gmail.com
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