Knock knock.
If you look into it everything seems to be farther than it is. The whole view is smaller than it should be. The one at the other side of the door doesn't even know whether you are there or not. He/She is just a few centimeters away but still, untouchable. You have the choice.
But turn it over.
You go to a door and are about to raise your hand. One last check on your clothes, a dub on your hair, another last check with a deep breath.
Knock knock.
Hope you are there and waiting for me.
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This is one of the most interesting moments of every day life: to be very near and don't know about who is at the other part.
This afternoon, Patri and me were at Sergio's house and he shown us their pictures of Hungary. Really, really nice trip, I was a little bit gelous.
Have a nice weekend!!
Comments from you are always welcomed and greeted. But I do think you have no right to be jelaous since as far as I know you are going to Prague. :)
Hey Bro'
Pretty funny how small this tiny world is eh!? Greetings from a Hungarian who you've met in Leeuwarden...(NHL & Kanaalstraat).
Haven't read your whole blog yet but I think I will...you know, depends on freetime:(
So how's it going?
Anyhow, just wanted to stop by to say hello, greetings, udvozlettel Pete.
Hey!
Looks like the ghost of Kanaalstraat keep haunting me however I've never slept there one whole night.:)
Nice to see you on the blog!
How did you find it?
How's it going?
Nice... I discovered that there is life after Erasmus too.
What 'bout you?
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