i spent the night at vilnius airport in lithuania.
alone, all by myself in this huuuuge transit area.
well. it was cold, i didnt have any money in the currency, no food, nothing to drink, no bars or cafes open...nothing. sigh.
after my pens gave up on me i tried to get some sleep. i think i managed to sleep for like 30 minutes out of 9 hrs total time spent there. on these very comfortable seats:
around 4.30 am the first people appeared. human beings. YAY. and then: 5 am. the duty free opened. oh my gosh: breakfast! (opaque morpheme, did you know that?)
there was a party in my tummy. i dont know yet if it was a happy or not-so-happy party since i feel sick now. anyway: 3 kitkat and .5 lt of coke. what an amazing breakfast.
nevertheless i got to leave lithuania at 7 in the morning. luckily this wasnt a fokker 50 again. i.hate.those.things.
and i finally figured out why im scared to fly:
its not the thought of "gosh, this plane could crash" no. its the thought of "fuck. my life is in somebody elses hands" and i dont like this. not a single bit.
so anyway.
im back in germany.
its cold, it rains and i didnt miss it a single bit.
"With tired eyes, tired minds, tired souls, we slept"
playlist:
cult of luna
explosions in the sky
fairweather.
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