last night, as i was trying to sleep, my mind was flooded with images and sensations of places i've been to. pictures, sounds, smells, presented like a mad slide projector show:
toffee and butterscotch vendor in windsor behind glass with red wrought-iron railings, the lady selling old wooden print blocks in front of it, ice cream on the bank of that river in nyhaven - copenhagen with ki, the old man in the windsor station - amazed at our 'origin', the stairs down in montmarte - paris, dark tulips in malmoe, chicken noodle soup in breda, THE best kebab ever in east berlin after the spring rain with wet tables, the chinese restaurant in harley / surrey (?), brighton by the sea, english tea and scones and butter biskuits, that kissing couple in the train stop outside amsterdam, cycling in amsterdam, the smell of french fries and mayonaise....
spring wind on my cheeks, numbing my fingers. drizzles on my hair, on the tip of my eyelashes
the poster shop in kalvestraat amsterdam, dirty alleys and sex shops outside copenhagen train station, the ferry ride to german, candy shop in rome - small but magnificently covered with all sorts of candies, smell of capuccino brewing in the morning and a friendly buon-giorno, a box of strawberries on sale just before close of market day, la luna night park, shrimp in fiumicino - smell of sea i hated.
sweet and sour noodle in check point charlie, blue-lighted toilette upstair on the nordsea restaurant in a'dam, hamburger in malmoe park bench, mossy ground and chill in one's of malmoe's park, strong wind on the hill just outside london - swaying the tall grass making waves
spring, life, chills, people.....foreign languanges....blue sky...soft rain...
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