Half asleep I struggle to move my feet to the car. I catch up with my dad about everything and ride an empty road to the countryside. There I see my family, we laugh about so-called golden rings bought for real money from gipsies and other fooling around.
Back to Buchi and I attempted a normal Monday, so met with friends for drinks and good talks. We weren’t able to find any bar open which would hold in 13 persons on one table without crap music and screaming speakers. So we finally managed to get in the Da Vinci.
Felt like the last dinner indeed – at the centre of attention telling every one how I managed to miss a flight, party in Brussels and get to a wedding. Hearing everything I missed out on my friends. Oh well, we’ll miss some more of each other’s lives. And then we’ll get together again at a big table. Ta-ta!
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