It’s never as simple as it seems to be and you suddenly realize that there are a few versions of “normal”. Sometime really strange ones. Especially, if you stay in a hostel.
I was sitting on a terrace, reading a book and I had the best opening for this post. I wouldn’t get (probably) Pulizer prize for it but still it was a good one. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a pen or anything to write on and the need to finish a beer was too strong to fight with it. I’ve decided to finish it (beer of course) and then go downstairs and write it all down.