Surrounded by languages. Lost in the fog of floating stories. A lot of walking untold stories. Listening the same overtelled tales. Smiling for nothing. Crying for everything.
back here again. new year, new erasmus semester. old feelings. i could say that i already know what i'm going to dive into... but it wouldn't be completely true. many things will be completely different. and what is going to be is mainly up to me and to the way i'll act and i'll ? live it. so, dive into it and enjoy the swimming man! it will be hot water for sure.