I woke up in my old room. Everything is, like it was… I feel strange.
Unpacking luggage. The things know, where they belong. I start to draw.
I still do not make coffee in my apartment. Coffee by Andrea is black and strong.
The sea is, where it belongs.
Slow traveling is pleasent. I like to see and feel the movement. To go to the train, to see the land passing by and to feel the movement of the train in the body.
Big ships are more troublesome. To sleep in a cabin without window, to come to port too early. Coffee makes is easier, of course.
Worst of all is to fly. It is alienating, and it is still worse that all airports are similar. It is the same, in which city you are, the airport consists of same shops and the message is: buy, buy, buy!