татко Крокодил

In short, as I still have a lot to do and I still feel sleepy :)

We got back at 1:40 last night. At home even the air smells in a different way (e.g. right). I think that every time the airport people look at me when I’m coming back they wonder what drugs I’m on that I have this weird smile :)

I have laundry for 3-4 machines, but also a lot of t-shirts left – at the end a lot of them were left and they were given to the volunteers (and they made the closing of my suitcase even harder). I spent a few days there in a bungalow, finished reading whatever I had left, watching whatever I had and slept as much as possible (but I’ll probably need more). Then I was hardly able to catch up with email and news at the Budapest airport…

When at home I tried the bass for a while, but my hands seem to have forgotten how. Blah.

And yes, there’s no place like home…

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