I don’t know what’s this advertisement trying to promote, but it seems like a cool ad, slightly communist-esque even.Despite all that I say about feeling at home in a city, the relative modernism of this station/train line makes me feel slightly odd, almost as though it’s out of place in a country and continent that prides itself on its oh-so-glorious history. It’s funny how easily we feed on and fit into stereotypes. It’s as though I’m expecting the city to be full of old stuff and then getting surprised when reality surpasses expectations.
We had free shots of alcohol after lunch today. The one on the left is like absinthe, with 70% alcohol content, while the one on the right has 25% alcohol content and supposedly has a honey taste to it. As with all alcohol, the immediate taste was terrible but leaves you feeling light after that. By far one of the strangest alcohol I have tasted, but an interesting experience. The whole weekend has been raining…cloudy, light rain, rain, repeat. Cold, wet and dark. Is winter coming? No. Fall is. But if fall is already like that, I can’t imagine how it’ll be like in winter when it’s colder and darker. The loneliness is reminiscent of that which I’d felt the first Sunday when I arrived when all shops were closed and streets were empty (that was just 2 weeks ago). But unlike that warm summer afternoon, there is little sense of challenge anymore now that I can just rely on my internet and all. I hate saying that I’m lonely, but what I’m feeling now is just emptiness. To put it in more precise terms, it’s like a mild Dementor has just descended and is sucking warmth and pure joy out of this little city that I know next to nothing about. I hate the rain. Even more than that, I hate the gloomy darkness of the twilight hours.