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I’m lying on the balcony in the sleeping bag, covered a bit by an umbrella, with the laptop, and I’m listening to piano concertos by Rachmaninov. It’s raining, there are some lightnings, and I have a bottle with some rakiya and another one with water. Either WTH had it’s influence on me, or I just needed something like this :)
(this reminds me of a chapter from one of my favorite comics, Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou, which is best read while listening to Rachmaninov).

I just might sleep here.

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