There was something I wanted to write about here. Now my head is empty and my thoughts have returned to wherever they came from. Last night I went out with some people, to a nice place here in Bratislava. And suddenly it hit me, I do like this place, this city. And it’s not just because we were dancing like mad to some cheesy Slovak pop music, and not because we were surrounded by tall, handsome men. Recently I’ve been reading some melancholic stories, bittersweet accounts of life. And something inside me is madly in love with life itself.