More comfy with the silence? Snotty leaves on the pavement and no (barely enough) sun. Mood set. S.A.D. Nothing new. So yeah this is the third winter in a row I didn't (but planned to, my wishbook doodled with little suns, palmtress and smiley 30+ Celsius marks) retreat in warmer climates. Same old story, uhu. No luck in finding sufficient means and no brilliant thoughts to start - once again - climbing the ladder of easy escape, I am stuck to this sillyness, surviving the wrong climate with the least adapted personality. Gosh, poor me. Teleport me to Darfur or some other godforsaken ( just politely worried souls to ease our western mindsets) place.

I know, I know...

Anyway, winter time is killing time. Reading books (or rather the sweet attempt; What is the what by Dave Eggers is eagerly waiting to get finished for more over then, this is pathetic, 3 weeks already) or with penguin movies, Happy Feet, or Disney's latest one, Surf's Up. And no, don't bother to point at the pointlessness of it, I don't get it too, that latest animated Antartic animal craze, tap-dancing artic birds or surfing frosty dudes. To think of it, the only frame I can remember watching is what looks like a pristine (80's?) version of Raileh Beach (see pic) but I guess that's to no ones surprise....

Again.

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