I felt rain in the air. It rained. I lack oxygen and I catch myself totally not thinking most of the day. And I’m craving music only. I’m in love with tunes.


     Lemon tea in the evening, book and mind full of thoughts. Broken heart and this belief that I will feel extreme emotions for the rest of my life (because I am emotional).

I am terribly lonely. I miss my mum and my friends. I miss everything I left in my homeland. But I won’t go back. Never.

And one thing I am totally sure of is that I have already experienced my first love (Bon Iver played from the vinyl). I am very sorry for this.

And I wish I had met someone who would always pick up the phone when I‘m calling.