Guess what, I was faster than I thought in posting this.
ACT II - A bit closer to heaven.
PROLOGUE
On the last day of my Germany stay, I was supposed to be picked up by the same guy who had given me the ride to Germany. And I was.
Man and wife
And here he is!
I took the train from Innsbruck to my next destination - Italy. I'm sure quite a few of you already know about my emo-emo drama. Long story short, I have a broad in Italy who I don't get to see too often. On this train, I found some pretty cool college kids from Florida, UCF. That's six hours of huge laughs.
EPISODE I - Life is beautiful.
When Leo Trotskij, the infamous communist, had gone into exile, barely escaping Stalin's fury, he flew to Mexico. Of course, Stalin's assassins found him (and later killing him with an icepick). He sat in his garden, knowing that he was about to die, looking at his wife and children playing together. He then wrote in his diary: "despite everything, life is beautiful". This is how I felt when I came to Italy. I really missed Irene, but hey: the week to come was the best in my life.
HEAVY METAL
The room.
Rather nice taste in music she has.
Little brother, along with polish maid.
I was a little bored.
Oh no, Jabi posted again.
Stop stealing my shit.
Mother
Greek stepfather. You haven't lived until you've sat in a car with a loud-mouthed south European family, screaming about everything, all while shitty Greek kebab-music is playing on the radio.
