Writing from Stockholm airport

Yup, still alive, even though we have been travelling for almost 20 hours now (weird connections). That's alright, if I wasnät awake before tranfer in Frankfurt, I am now, as it was designed to wake anyone up and also give them ulcers as a bonus. I think the Germans are trying to revenge themselves on the whole world for some hideous slights through their airport (in which they surely succeeded). Or maybe the designer was possessed by Satan. Probably both. Either way, if I wanted to punish someone, I'd send them through there.

Also, on the flight to Frankfurt (which was the basement of a bargain+basement's flight's basement), I confess I have never yet flown in a plane where the paint was peeling in the bathroom. Well...as long as the plane didn't fall apart in midair, I suppose. Probably held together only by the amount of people they crammed in forming some sort of an adhesive+cohesive body.

Stockholm airport is very nice and full of chocolate. Soon we will be in Denmark, where I will continue my scientifically+praiseworthy effort to sample and compare all the chocolate in Scandinavia.

I confess my language center is all messed up as I am speaking to Mr. Mousie in english, reading a Russian book and hearing German and Swedish around me. Soon Iäll be able to speak in tongues.

p.s. Mr. Mousie points out that my chocolate exploration of Scandiavia suffers from a setbackas we are not going to Finland.

Writing from Stockholm airport

Yup, still alive, even though we have been travelling for almost 20 hours now (weird connections). That's alright, if I wasnät awake before tranfer in Frankfurt, I am now, as it was designed to wake anyone up and also give them ulcers as a bonus. I think the Germans are trying to revenge themselves on the whole world for some hideous slights through their airport (in which they surely succeeded). Or maybe the designer was possessed by Satan. Probably both. Either way, if I wanted to punish someone, I'd send them through there.

Also, on the flight to Frankfurt (which was the basement of a bargain+basement's flight's basement), I confess I have never yet flown in a plane where the paint was peeling in the bathroom. Well...as long as the plane didn't fall apart in midair, I suppose. Probably held together only by the amount of people they crammed in forming some sort of an adhesive+cohesive body.

Stockholm airport is very nice and full of chocolate. Soon we will be in Denmark, where I will continue my scientifically+praiseworthy effort to sample and compare all the chocolate in Scandinavia.

I confess my language center is all messed up as I am speaking to Mr. Mousie in english, reading a Russian book and hearing German and Swedish around me. Soon Iäll be able to speak in tongues.

p.s. Mr. Mousie points out that my chocolate exploration of Scandiavia suffers from a setbackas we are not going to Finland.

Writing from Stockholm airport

Yup, still alive, even though we have been travelling for almost 20 hours now (weird connections). That's alright, if I wasnät awake before tranfer in Frankfurt, I am now, as it was designed to wake anyone up and also give them ulcers as a bonus. I think the Germans are trying to revenge themselves on the whole world for some hideous slights through their airport (in which they surely succeeded). Or maybe the designer was possessed by Satan. Probably both. Either way, if I wanted to punish someone, I'd send them through there.

Also, on the flight to Frankfurt (which was the basement of a bargain+basement's flight's basement), I confess I have never yet flown in a plane where the paint was peeling in the bathroom. Well...as long as the plane didn't fall apart in midair, I suppose. Probably held together only by the amount of people they crammed in forming some sort of an adhesive+cohesive body.

Stockholm airport is very nice and full of chocolate. Soon we will be in Denmark, where I will continue my scientifically+praiseworthy effort to sample and compare all the chocolate in Scandinavia.

I confess my language center is all messed up as I am speaking to Mr. Mousie in english, reading a Russian book and hearing German and Swedish around me. Soon Iäll be able to speak in tongues.

p.s. Mr. Mousie points out that my chocolate exploration of Scandiavia suffers from a setbackas we are not going to Finland.