The train got me from an overcrowded beach into an equally crowded city, leaving me without money of the slightest idea, where the hell I was. I couldn't even figure out what country I was in, people spoke a language totally unknown to me.
The was the ok part, now comes the absurd. Walking around with no idea what to do next I ran into Paul McCartney, who was apparently on tour in this particular part of the world. He was equally lost and we decided to sit down and have some coffee and figure out what to do next. Paul ordered mint marzipan with the coffee, I have to find out if that is an actual flavour in real life.
The car was an old black Camaro. Very cool, considering that the only car I have ever owned was a tiny Fiat Panda. Driving was really fun, I heard the engine roaring and felt concentrated horse power vibrating through the steering wheel. I was racing along dark deserted country roads, much the opposite of the earlier dream.
On a different subject, Ed O'Brien has published a very long entry on DAS. I was rather touched, mainly because it seemed so genuine and personal. It was one of these moments when you feel you want to step over to a total stranger and hug him. First time I feel the spirit of the season, although this had nothing to do with Christmas.
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