the darkest time of the night, but still i know that the sun will rise again in a couple of hours.
just a few words in my head; significant and yet irrational words rising from the past, hopefully showing the future.
another nine days have passed. nine days spent in the basement, painting, writing, taking care of people i love (this is really something.)
the funniest collection of people around; techno music, arabic prayer calls, neurotic cleaning, grandmothers, dreadlocks, a newborn baby, online gaming and the most stereotypical finnish middle-aged man living under the same roof.
now that's what i call craziness.
(amsterdam was nothing compared to this).
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