Weird, maybe not much like on this video. Back from a single-sex, small world. Speedy adaptation, but unrelieved and undefined feelings of the daydreams. The moments I daydreamed to be traveling to Kadıköy in a minibus on Bağdat Street when I closed my eyes turned to the moments I feel like walking in my company, around my sentry box, guarding. And when I open my eyes, I am in a bright, crowded wagon of a train, going back home. Going back home. Everything is the same, everything is different.
But let's pass this on.
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