Since Paris a lot happened.
There was a camp in the summer, which was truly unforgettable, and some days in Hungary. Balaton.
Then few days in England, and I’m in Washington since the end of August.
Let me just talk about Washington a bit.
My good (or bad) fortune find me in this great city. It’s small enough you can walk everywhere, exciting, full of culture, politics, full of interesting and intelligent people.
Which is all very exciting. Still, I miss London.
And then I find myself in a situation where I have someone to talk to on a daily basis, who I can share every little details of my life. Who listens to me, who is interested in me. (Or maybe he just like to talk about himself, and enjoys the fact there is someone who listen to his everyday life.) And we can just talk for hours about everything and nothing.
Inside, there is a big questionmark.