Everything seems to be wrong in this last period.

Strange and foreign flu, then just a normal one, then the isolation, the car stolen, no, it’s only crashed, no, no insurance, the house a disaster, clogged sink, shower and radiators icy cold.

And then my perpetual motion between trams, busses, bike or trains.

My friends who are far from me, near, who knows.

Weariness, desolation, loneliness, impatience.

And those dreams I dream, I still hope to change everything, but everything seems against me.

This Blog, or rather, its writer is looking again for a new job. This time away. Different. Far from everything