so...
here I am...
Austria is green and beautiful and comforting, liked it used to be.
The climbing plant under my window has finally reached the balcony.
My home smells like it used to and they still sell Mannerschnitten.
Everything is really fine except that I don't want to be here.
My mind is moving through change as gracefully as a cat thrown into the bathtub.
Pray for me... (I mean it)
