Whenever my hotheaded compadres start bitching about the Putos Gringos or NATO, I offer them another glass of slivovitz, and then I tell them:
It's not Rome.
It's Austria-Hungary.
In other words, a bureaucratic fable of empire rather than an actuality.
and then I say, more gingerly...
When it's gone, you'll be sentimental about it, like everyone else.
Even more than the others.
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