What should I write.
That I liked BIDE. I met some lovely people and deepened the relationship between someones I already know. What is deep, after all.

Waking up in the middle of the night to leave for airport is such a fun. That’s why I didn’t go to sleep. My phone’s GPS has become super useful. otherwise I think I would have not found Barbara’s place on monday, or Alessia’s today. But I found.
Both have lovely house, or flats, btw.

In rome there was not much people on the classes. CI is not so big there right now, but maybe it will change again. In naples I’m not sure yet.
Got a lecture how I should have not gone to rome on my own.
Wondered how people in russia seem to be so co-operative.
That’s how things go.

A lot of more talk about relationships.
Everywhere. I like it, talking.

She writes me every once in a while. I write to her more often. But I’m the verbal one.
And in comparison…. well how can you compare feelings anyway. Is my joy greater than yours? Sorrow deeper, love more lasting?

Something deeply annoying today. My sennheizers broke… right headphone giving really weak and low volume…. ****

Got the title for this post from here
my sense of smell isn’t so good… apparently… but maybe I can practise it

Reading Ursula Le Guin again… A Compass Rose. All of the stories that I really fall into are actually telling about love, commitment… maybe not in relationship level but some bigger lever, like right, wrong, morals. Diary of the Rose was so beatiful that I almost cried again… but then again I was in a train… planes, trains, travelling and such beautiful stories, only thing that was missing was music, thanks to broken sennheisers.

I wish I had great realizations to share but I don’t.
I feel rather good.
I decided to go to ibiza in may and be there till july. let’s see.
She often writes let’s see… people do, let’s see.

After the festival I felt empty like I wrote. But I feel empty because I am not empty, because I hold attachments, hopes, dreams and that’s why what I call feeling empty is not feeling empty. If I am truly empty. No feel.

Today, in a jam I saw really nice tattoo of three eights of three signs of infinity. I ment to take photo of it, but forgot when leaving… it was nice…

Not born, not dead, infinite, always, everywhere.

I know so many bad sides, things that I don’t like, or I have difficulties with.
And still I miss her, long for her, love her.
Feelings rarely go along with rationality. Too bad really.

You know how heartache is an actual feeling. in the heart, in the chest.

And she doesn’t write much and she doesn’t connect but when she does she says she loves me too.
Trust.
Should I find it?
But things change, like she said. So only thing that I can trust is that things change.

Yesterday we were talking about relatioships in a bar witha few friends.
And at one point about the trust…
That there would be trust that there is something so strong and deep that it survives.
That there would be open communication. We don’t feel good all times. We might hate each others, but instead of always starting to think should we brake up, or does the other one want to brake up, there would be trust. Trust in love. And if there is love, I can be weak and vurnerable as well as strong… I don’t need to cover myself or hide. If I trust.
I don’t know how can I find it, with some one. or is there anyone with whom it would be possible. But I notice that I wish I would.
But this trust can only come from being yourself, both being their selves and open, communicating. What is it that I am today.

Before all of this, life was empty. and I realised that all of the other lives are as empty.. and because they’re empty they’re also full and beautiful. But I was very sad. I also realised that there is no happy endings. I though I knew it all the time, but I really hevan’t realised it until now. There is no happy endings… until you die, maybe. You know why? because it doesn’t end… and happiness is a relative state, and it will change. There is no happy endings, but there is happiness.

In my wake dream i receive an email where she tells me that she’s coming in two weeks.

I am attached…. I long for. I need to take refuge from buddha.

During the festival and after it I was reminded how many dear friends I have, and how much I love them, and how important they are for me. It might be that we don’t see often, or even talk often, but they’re there, here. I am here, if needed.

I’m thinking of going to ibiza again… for the summer, or beginning part of it.
Give me a job from there ok. from 10th of may till 14th of july. ok? with a big pay.

Lot of music, don’t tell more, except I really like Alva Noto’s Xerrox 2 and Grisha Lichtenberger’s Treibgut.

So long now

I’m some place that I call home.
I’m slightly confused.

It was lovely to go straight to jam and have a dances.

I was supposed to do serious office business (me being unemployed) today but I did nothing. Not a big surprise, I’ll do tomorrow then (ups, clock being 1:23 again-> today).

I’m slightly dissapointed eventhough I know that I shouldn’t.
I’m dissapointed of being dissapointed.

When we parted on saturday I told her that on sunday I’ll write her mail, and I’ll open up skype. From her tears I though that she would too. OF course she doesn’t. I’m not there anymore, so I’m totally invisible now. I was feeling such a tonto sitting in front of skype. But I knew this, I shouldn’t be dissapointed.

It’s nice to figure out what I am actually crying for. Lot of hte stuff is not because of the actual relatioship but the loss of hopes and dreams what it could have been. But it wasn’t, those hopesand dreams were proved futile already before. And actually now there’s again change for soem of those dreams to come true.
But hopes and dreams are always outside, and as long as I keep on looking things outside I’ll never be happy (bloody buddhist) everything is here, right now.

But still, I am dissapointed.

My father was right about the music. Today only getting cd into the machine and listening to vinyl.

Maybe tomorrow I play some guitar. Today I didn’t.

Let go of it,
let go.
I tell myself.

Katri brought me a loads of ganesha stickers. I’ve been pasting them a bit.
After all, abundance is all around me (and us)

Jussi paid a visit. I still have problem of concentration, doing too many things at the same time, but we had a nice coherent discussion about relationships even I was going back and forth from room to another.

Life is easy, but easy life isn’t.
You live and then you live somemore.

I painted my toenails again.

I better go sleep while I can.

My last week in buenos aires was, well. I had a workshop and I was thinking that come on, at least ten people, no, six…. I was trying to sell my bike, and that too didn’t seem to workout that well.
I was thinking that ok, maybe I’ll never return, before I was still thinking that I might come here and try to teach a bit but the WS was such a dissapointment.

How ever things turned. Gabo called and asked for the bike, and he is organizing a lot of workshop, and he was also saying that with that publicity, at this time of the year (holidays) 6 is ok. I went to give sell him the bike and then we ended up talking for an hour, even though I was in a slight hurry, about dance and CI and workshops and art. And we already talked about 3 weeks super workshop but to do it maybe in europe…
Maybe it’s just blaa blaa blaa, but maybe it will happen, who know. Anyway I felt a bit better about the city and possibilites also in here.

However, thinking of the relationship, I think that it’s over. It wasn’t super easy, and maybe we are just a bit too different. You can never say never, but I don’t think we will be together again… But I was sad, then, two weeks ago, so now… well I’m still sad, but not so much.

I’m worried about the weight of my bag… luckily I can alwasys throw away about 2kilos of mate, but I wouldn’t like to.
I have no pesos anymore… so I don’t know.

I saw a dream where plane landed with smoke coming out of the motors almost straight away it got off ground. A bit later, Adolfo called and told that his car has broken down and he can’t take me to the airport. Remis? maybe.

Before all of this we were 10 days in the south, el bolson. Super super beautiful. I could almost live there, well I think I could live there, but I would like to see the winter. We made a four day hinking trip up to cerros (not realy a mountain but quite big) and slept in refugios. First day up to 1300 to hielo azul, next day up just 100 more to natacion which is by the lake, That place is super beatifull. Snow melting up from the cerro to a waterfall and river, it flowing to the lake an then continuing into another river. Because the distance from hielo azul to natacion was only and hour we spend a beautiful day trying to find a way to the big rocks on the shore of the lake, and finally made it there… It’s so nice to be naked in the nature, but you have to find a place where there’s no people because this is not ibiza. Next day we came down about 700 meters to el cajon… I was really tired… coming down seems to be harder than going up, but also my fivefinger shoes had something to do with it. They’re great, if you walk on the terrain with no loose little rock… but the whole downhill was full of small rocks sand and dust, and when they get into the shoe…uh, not nice. All the time stopping and taking stuff out.
NExt day we spend by the RIo Azul, in a beautiful place, where river flows into about 4-5meter deep pool. and it’s so cold and it’s so blue and it’s so beatiful. And for the most of the mornign there was no one so I could swim naked and bask in the sun (although the sun is tricky here, I feel I burn more easily than in europe?) Afternoon more people started to come and the we started to make our way back to el bolson….
How ever we missed the last bus (at 20) so we stayd in the house next to a cmaping (we didn’t bring a tent to this trip).

On another day before all of this we visited lake empujen. Cold clear, pure blue water, and we didn’t go where other people went and found our own private rock beach. Super nice.
In these surrounding I could easily live my life, but I would like to figure out a good way to build a house, I think houses are too weakly build against cold over there too.

On our way back, in a bus, there were some amazing views. Really big blue river, and I could not see anything on the other side… just hills and open space… Vow…
I was thinking that I so much would like to come again witha motorcycle and with three months time and just ride through slowly, seing stopping swimming…

It’s clear to me that I like sea, but lake’s and rivers are the ones that I really want to be around…

How do I feel?
I stress about travelling.
I stress a bit about getting back.
I’m sad about being “alone” again.
I happy that I came and saw this through.
My father told me that there’s a lot of albums there to wait me.

I have no idea what my life will be.
But soon is SOS, and I’ll dance and teach and do.
And after… I will see then.

Good night and good luck to you all.

What it is to be.
To share.
I miss my place, I don’t have a place and I seem to be unable to find it.
She tells me I’m alone because I want to be alone.
I don’t want to be alone.
But I like to be alone, at times.
What can we share.
As humans, as physical beings, as thoughs, as interests.

And I react strongly when I’m left alone again. when I’m told that we will meet at five and clock is over six. Could you care to inform if you’re late. My mother did this all the time, I think most of my childhood, but maybe just enough times that I remember my strong reactions, and I react strongly. So I think and go back, where is this anger and violence coming from, what I’m afraid of? Am I afraid of? I can’t remember this but my parents have told me, that when I was a baby, I was taken care of their neighbour, until other neighbour told my parents that the caretakers used to go to shop etc and leave me sleeping in the balcony, except of course when I woke, there was no one there, so I was crying a long time before anyone came. My parents took me to another place after that. When I was maybe four… but this is not the place to go through everything, because all and all my childhood has been ok. But nevertheless it’s interesting to go back and try to figure out, why I am acting the way I am acting.
And yet, I have a reason to be angry, if something is agreed, and that agreement doesn’t hold, why would I trust your words anymore?
I’ve been left so manytimes, that I assume everyone will leave me again, let down.
That’s why I test you, everybody, how much can you take, will you really be there, even when I’m not nice, even when I mean and spiteful. And I don’t like myself then. Why I’m so worried of being alone, left again when I more and more believe that there is no me to be alone.

Nevertheless, she says she wants to be with me, but i see from most of her actions that she chooses something else, if there is something else to choose. She seems to find her place everywhere and anywhere, and I’m all the time lost. I do not like that, and the places where I find my place, something to do, are gigs, temporary, moving, one week here, other there, in a middle a long space of emptiness that I fill with more music and albums and coffee and mate… and thank god, friends.

To live a life together, what does it mean. What do we need to share for that, what is enough? Dance, presence, though.

And I gave you a book that you don’t understand. And I forgot to tell that I don’t understand either. Evil of me, I see now. I’m sorry.
It’s not dumb not to undestand the book, but it’s dumb to cook small kettle on too big fire.

How I can be so attached to person. How I think, or feel that there is love even though I can’t stand the way I’ve been treated, I can’t stand a lot of things, and times to times I long to be somewhere else. And I know that you long too.

After waiting for so long and being so angry, after saying this was enough, and this is it, through. after talking. Why still in the jam I was all the time dancing so that I could see when you come, waiting. I hated myself for waiting you then, but at least I was dancing and waiting. Dancing about three hours in a row. Some beautiful some not, and not settling anything that isn’t clear physical contact, because: If you’re just fluttering, I rather do a solo until I find someone who is willing to share their weight and support.

And afterwards going to dinner, thinking what a horrible place. And why this is so sad. Will I also be so alone after 30 years? But my friends are far away now too…. So maybe next summer I should make a birthday party and try to get my friends there, or even some of them.

Sometimes I see myself setting myself apart. Who is seeing? Who is setting apart. I turn away from people’s eyes and I don’t know why. If I’m closing something, what am I closing, the anger, the violence. That’s what I hate, my eperience that when I am open and take the space, there is some one complaining about it. Pretty much always someone is complaining so I don’t care much. Not caring much is setting apart. But I do care, even when I wish that I don’t. It’s the helplesness that I feel that makes me wish that I wouldn’t care. Because I’m lazy and I’m a coward to do something.
But all of this is also my choice. I can choose differently.

Self, you, me, anybody is pretty much just bunch of patterns that we stick to and we stick to them because if we wouldn’t, you wouldn’t be you and I wouldn’t be I. But that’s the very thing that is making the life difficult from time to time. How do you brake a pattern? Dice, Anyone?

This could be a text of 16 years old teeager, but it isn’t, I’m double. And somehow I fear that this might be a text of someone 57, if they would have the courage to write it out.

For what will we settle, for what are we settling? And for why? What are the compromises that we make. How many time we let ourselves to be let down, and still keep in touch…

I love you.
Who you are?
and what is love?

Beautiful sentence, it’s totally clear, and at the same time, it’s totally unclear, but because answers to questions how all or any of the three words are defined is too big and too wide and out of reach, we settle. I love you.

So I gave you a book. You will understand it.
you, nothing to be added, nothing to take away
love, nothing to be added, nothing to take away
I, nothing to be added, nothing to take away.

It’s not here, you can’t reach it, this is only text.
And yet, there is texts that will reach… I know, I’ve read a book.

OK, let’s get on with it, not in any order, except Jozef is where it should be:

Jozef Van Wissem - Ex Patria
Just the sheer beauty of this takes my breath away.

Jozef Van Wissem - It Is All That Is Made
Just the sheer beauty of this takes my breath away.
All and all it’s very hard to say (and utterly useless) which one of these would be in anyway better… Brilliance is brilliance.

Nadja - Corrasion (vinyl)
Well, I don’t know ho many times I’ve listened Numb on a loud volume, and the blueness of it just makes it better.

Nadja - I Make From Your Eyes The Sun
Ah….

Nadja/Black Boned Angel
Christ Send Light was super, this is something different, but still, super

Nadja - Belles Betes
Specially Green and Cold is superb.

Aidan Baker - Gathering Blue (vinyl)
Gathering blue from your eyes…, really really beautiful just because of this song the release is solid… Of course lot of other stuff on this has been released before.

Aidan Baker - Thoughtspan (vinyl)
“And it doesn’t matter that you’re not here”

Jesu - Infinity
Well, somehow returning into old(?) but I agree with some review that he might as well have divided this into the songs they are. Nevertheless this get’s my hopes up for future releases.

Kongh - Shadows of the Shapeless
Riding a bike through BSAS with this album coming through. Pretty damn good. Probably even better than their first one.

Cult Of Luna - Eternal Kingdom
Let’s ee, how this goes. I think that somewhere along thehigway is better, but then again for a long time I though that salvation is better than SAH, so what do I know.

Bass Communion - Litany
You just have to hear it.

William Basinski - 92982
What can I say, Mr. Basinski delivers. I mean, you know this is great. Now I’m just waiting for the new one for top 2010 list.

Aerial - Put it this way in headlines
Well, I just got this… But it’s aerial for sure. I think this album would be on the top list just because of the guitars of the end of “in our wake”

Is this all? it can’t be all? But nevertheless…. so it seems, oijoi.

We went in cordoba after xmas, spend some time with lovely family in a house next to a river.
It was lovely, in a way, rivers are lovely, families as well.
Then we went to capilla del monte to change the year.
I notice that I have a habit of spending my xmas/new years with people I don’t really know so much and always ending up feel slightly wierd and/or lonely. But it’s my decision, now I just need to figure out why I choose it.

In Capilla there is this hill (1900+something high) called Uritorco, and apparently already long time ago people have seen lights and ships and what not coming from the mountain. UFO’s so called. It’s also said to be a place of energy or a high energy point in earth. THey say there’s a city of Erks (yeah, Erks) underneath the mountain and they effect your dreams and such…
It’s always interesting, since I try to keep my mind open for the experiences so that I can experience.
But… No I don’t remember much of my dreams, I didn’t see anything, I didn’t feel so much different. The hill and hills around are beautiful nevertheless. The town is quite charming as well although it also lives through tourism at this point I think (UFO’s UFO’s, more people to buy our stuff). I spend one lovely day walking to the base of Uritorco, where there is a small river making ponds every once ina while. And when you follow it long enough you get rid of most of the people because they don’t want to go so far. SO I found nice place with big stones and to pools and spend couple of hours swimming naked and basking in the sun… And of course burned my back slightly, once again. But the day was great.

So now back in BSAS. Vale is doing a workshop of rawfood, and I became sick. Today I feel much better however, and I think I don’t even have a fever anymore.

I’ve been reading a bit. Or thinking. I don’t know about this global warming thing. Weathers are changing that’s for sure, but is it warming or not? Also I don’t know about this saving a planet thing. Also I don’t know about this evolution thing. If I don’t separate myself from nature, if I don’t separate humans from nature all this creed, and the thing we are doing because it are actually evolution on to some direction. It looks like this evolutional development will come to it’s end pretty soon though, like it did with the dinosaurs. But the nature and probably even it’s diversity, will come back, although in another form. Does this mean that nothing should be done? No, somethings should be done but we should be quite aware of our motivation and reasoning behind to do it. At the same time, it seems that excatly the point of separating ourselves from the nature has caused this creed, or possibility to it. I think that has something to with judeo-christian faith and how it went over most of the europe. and then when europeans went over everything (like americas) it really went over everything. So we are able to be this dumb because we separated our selves from the nature… We know that and that’s why we’re worried, but in truth we never separated from, we cannot separate from the nature. so everything is, eventually, hunky dory.

In Capilla Vale and one other friend went to see a witch. There was somekind of idea that we are carrying our relatives and their patterns in our body. And she can help the person to acknowledge it and get rid of it. Surprisingly this makes perfect sense for me. And this is what Karma really is. To say that “i” would be born again according to how I live this life, it’s just a simplication of karma, trying to make it more easily understandable for people. Why, because most of us always think ourself first. Everything what wedo or think is karma, it affects our reality and it affects to other beings in it. My genes are carried through in my child (if I ever will have one) but my thoughs, values, ideas might be carried along within any person I meet, young or old. And the way I present those values, thoughs, ideas or do I present them through my actions and being is creating karma.
Of course, coming back to a witch, she ruined it all because there was also past lives involved… Oh, how much must we carry? Our past lives and then the relatives, and because our past lives are carrying the relatives. of them it’s a huge load… Haha, no wonder tv has such an appeal to us.

I’ve been trying to fic top 2009. Very difficult. Again it seems that most of the stuf I’ve been listening last year has released much more earlier… But let’s see maybe in a day or two.

I was in brasil.
Nice festival.
Nice food… No wait. The food was nice because you can get fruits from sacolao very very cheaply.
Mango’s are super.

Because getting a ride with a car we came before xmas. Ok ok, maybe we should have stayed there.
But now, today we’re going of to cordoba, first somewhere then to cabilla where there is mountain and ufo’s because city under the mountain or whatever. I had a wish that we would change the year there.
So we probably will.
Then we’ll see how long we want to stay and after head of to south.
El bolson probably.

THese few days in BSAS has taken a lot of money and a lot of sweat, much hotter than in Florippa. Good sides of BSAS, easy access to Cachafaz which are my favourite alfajores this far. I would like to taste some more of amaratotto’s
Why they don’t bring this stuff (cachafaz/amaratotto’s) to finland… Ok, Havana’s are nice as well, but this far Cachafaz win totally.

There’s nothing much new. It’s hard to write about kilometres of beach with crushing waves, hawks flying over, thunderstorms that go on hours and light up everything all the time so that the moments of darkess are shorter that the moments of light.

And yet I find some problems with me as always before, how to meet people.
When I’m not in the jam, dancing.

But I met some lovely people, I hope and I’m pretty sure I’ll meet most of them again, somehow.

OK, pretty soon we have to go into the night bus and I still have somethings unpacked.
Top of 2009 coming, but it’s feels difficult this time.
Lot of the things I’ve not heard. I think that these past 6 months have been… I don’t remember when I have listened so little music as on these past 6 moths. Anf when I get back to helsinki I can probably spend weeks just listening through the vinyls….

Good luck and good night to you all.

Otherwise, my life seem to concentrate on all the things it’s been concentrating a long time. Difficult relationship(s), dancing, a little bit of less music, since there seem to be no so much time to listen to it, and getting things.

But I have heard latest Katatonia… Now after discouraged ones, I have felt that eveyrother album is ok then the next one not so good and then ok again but nothing really beating discouraged ones But then came Great Cold DIstance and bloody hell. It’s really fucking good. still maybe not beating discouraged ones since how can you beat a classic, but GCD being much better than anything between. So thanks to all this expectations could be really high, but because I knew this I tried to keep my expectations very low. And thank god, because new alum is good. Katatonia is Always Good, it’s much better than many others out there, but no it’s not as catchy and as nice as GCD, but also, It’s ok. I’ve now listened Night Is The New Day twice and I can’t say any super songs yet, I’m sure there is some. So I’m not much of a critic. what I heard was, about same sound world as GCD which is good, something that could be Opeth which is not surprise either and not bad thing and some really thick riff’s. Everythings hunkydory.

Took first roll of film to developement today. I pick it up tomorrow, let’s see.

I also tried to figure out should I get new glasses here. It seems not. Thanks to “cheap” chains like specsavers it’s cheaper in finland to get glasses. Well here it’s about 100€ depending on the specs, and in here if you take anything that is european brand as specs… huh it might be even cheaper in finland. Of course the cheap brands here are cheap, but so is specsavers back in finland. But I did find almost the sunglasses I would like to have… but then not quite, brigitte by infinit, but they have some gold in them and it’s maybe bit too much, also the price is bit too much. But somehow they’re nice. And of course I’m attracted of the name.

So maybe after all I’ll just glue my glasses together and get new ones when I get to finland…
I would like to get out of this consuming mind… But I think I’ll will always consume, buy, music right now James Blackshaw in my headphones again and me god, I need to give this man money.

If something needs repairing all the time, when is time to throw it away?

I had to read my previous mail. because I know I’ll repeat myself.
This time: Floor, glasses (which are broken), a bit better posture for my back, but not superb. Dreamscapes.

I went to the jam. Alone, with Kongh’s Shadows of the Shapeless filling my head (phones). Riding fast between cars, choosing lanes, paths through. Such a rush of adrenaline, Like snowboarding in backcountry. Super.
Why is it that so often we (?) feel most alive when we are in danger? Or at least in relative danger. Like me, going through streets of BS AS, between cars?
But it’s also about control. I’m in control and I have to make decisions fast, there’s no time to stop and think. It’s flowing. Just like a dance. So how come I don’t experience my whole life like that? Can I choose to experience my whole life like that? And howcome I can feel the same sense of flow time when I’m listening music.. like now Commemoration… This riff is superb. What happened to this band? Memoirs was such a dissapointment to me.

Oksana send me a part of Everything’s the same which I did in altai.
I should work so much more, I know.

And just now Hary asked me am I polish. No, proud member of Finnish CI community. Which of course leads me into thoughs of community. But let’s not go there. That word is tricky and I’m not sure am I part of community, but I’m part of the group dancing there for 9 years of CI, mainly together.

Sort of Invisible Listen to that song. HOwcome there is people who can do sucha a… It’s so simple. It’s so beautiful and the lyrics are the crown… No the Drum work is the Crown of this song. Listen to it. There’s this restrained force or power that could take off at anypoint and it chooses to stay with the song, to serve the song, Be a true part of it, and yet you can hear the power there. It’s huge. It’s physical force going into my body. Listen to it. Such a great song.

Just checking, but apparently I haven’t written much about Giorgio Agamben’s coming community. I should have. But then again the book is so great that… I dont know what to say except that it’s the almost only book within two years that had made me cry both on times I read it. And it’s superbly good. And I’m still not sure did I understand even half of it.

” …into the thin air…”

In jam there was three people. We had a lovely trio… of improvisation and contact. Very enjoyable. Funny that not so many people come there. space is nice. Bit sticky floor though. But at least there is space.

I can’t meet people. Already home I’m in trouble. Here even more because I don’t speak the language. Being with the relatives yesterday and me supertired because no one ever sleeps at here. And there was couple of really sweet attempts to make contact, and I tried to answer. And I tried to make contact. But we have no language and I don’t smile enough. Then later, in the evening I went to the jam. There was this teachers whom I’ve seen many times but not really made any contact with him. I felt that he’s a bit avoiding even to look at me. And then we start to dance. And dance is nice, good, a dance. And after we meet in corridor and we smile and touch, not talk, but we are there. That’s how I feel. I meet people when I dance, and after it’s easier to meet them again even in a bit different enviroment. How I can bring that openess I have in the dance space into my whole life?

I spend more money than I though.

Today we got the ticket to the border of brasil. On our way to Floreanopolis and the festival over there. I hope it will be good…

How the water turns in here?
I got two bottles fitting to devajal for tomorrows class… Endless repetition of self. Trying to fix things better.

Over and out.