Dreaming about...

I'm dreaming about Paris. It's a shame I'll stay there for just 4 days. I'd like to have 15 days at least....

I miss home. My home, my house. The bedroom window with the view of the garden. The studies room with the view of a distant lake. The sound of the birds. My things. Oh, I miss them! But I'm going home tomorrow. Thank you, God!

I'm a bit sad. Just want to listen to music...Drexler.

Take care, boys.