The other night I drank some cans of beer. Beer from the other side of Switzerland, Brought by a good friend. Then I went to see some boys beat some bugs from the too rich city. At my side she sat. Laughing, smiling, and showing her beautiful eyes. Not sure what she was thinking, but obviously she was thinking. Later at dinner, some Austrian influx, talk about some small town near Vienna, where nobody speaks. No voices. The lost light, the soundless lock. The restless night at home. And now another restless night in Geneva. I need a big sleep.
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