I met an American in an underground bar in Brasov. He lit his Malboro reds with matches and wore checked shirts and mocassins. He left last night, and when he left he gave me the box of matches.
oddly enough i think he's amazing.
the rains arrived just as I did, but it doesn't stop everything from being amazingly indescribably beautiful. really, i'd like to bring you all here to show you.
indea-go-go is coming to kosovo on friday, if i see her i'll die of happiness.
i think i'm turning into one of those self-obsessed travellers that tries to tell people all their stories but no one cares.
yucki'mgross.
i miss it but i don't want to go back yet.
x
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