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Humorous post, I think
Fun is had and made by others. I just notice.
On this propeller aircraft I needed to use my noise absorbent headphones:
After seeing this, I know I have to see Jordan. This redefines advertorials.
Finally, this is the first thing I saw entering a tapas bar in Barcelona.
Late or tomorrow
That’s how LOT, the Polish Airlines, has been mockingly recommended to me earlier today. And not at all what I came to experience.
Of course, I was seated next to a Chinese. Those who know me will also know why this is ironic. Otherwise, there were even a few empty places on that plane. He was speaking Polish. I, on the other hand, I was not, and it’s unlikely the situation will change soon.
Apart from that I was just completely lost and could not recognize anything at all from my last visit. Nothing at all of that last time’s bus station atmosphere, it’s all gone. It’s been two years already? Warsaw airport weather is grey, so no regrets.
The personal soundtrack is totally surprising as well. I do not recognize about 60 to 70% of the tracks. Like these songs were not hosted on my hard-disk in the past year. I cannot hum along, which is good since that would be partly embarrassing in public.
I wish there was wireless. I mean there is, but I cannot be bothered to carry all my personal belongings within range.
Fair exchange
I stopped paying attention to the story I was telling when I noticed you were not paying attention to the road. Back seat driver’s cringes followed.
I want piggy
Coming back to Buch we saw a bunch of piglets on the side of the road somewhere near Horezu. He, of course, has immediately declared we should stop and get them. As pets. And it’s now recurrently surfacing every now and then, to our mutual amusement: “Baby, go back. I want my piggy!”
Other then that, I am in limbo in so many ways it’s hard to count. Yeap, for the moment I can only count on credit. Being a hobo sucks!
An extra hour
Already the world looks more promising.
Lonely, fast and beautiful
Even a tree in the middle of the field can be relatively fast.
Have I got a lack of interest
There! I am leaving. Will I be able to spoil myself?
And the city smelled like New York. But I am not going there, nor to Barcelona. I am visiting that city, like I always do before I change my job or my job changes me.
Going to, leaving, left
This blogger is going to sleep first, then to Sziget.
See you all later. I so deserve a vacation.
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