I sleep with my window open and before turning off the lights I have to kill the mosquitoes with my slippers. They are huge, back home they were tiny and almost impossible to spot. This whole process reminds me of my third year at uni when we had moths in our flat, hundreds of them and cocoons under the bed. God, I loved that trashy place. It was the best year ever! We didn't have TV or Internet in the flat, just a CD player with a radio and we were not bored one single minute. I miss those days... I wish London's early summer midnight air would smell as good as it did back home...Horea street was a magical place for two years in a row...
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