Banga Zarasai

Egal, in was für ein** Sinnkrise man sich auch imm** befindet. Ihr best** Freund ist die Langeweile. V**geude ich w**tvolle Lebenszeit?
Was heißt Spaß für mich? Was ist falsch, was könnte bess** sein? Was ist mein konkretes Spaßempfinden? Ab** muss das Gegenteil von Langeweile imm** Kurz-Weile sein?
Ja. Es ist schon eine lange Weile, seit ich glücklich war. LAngweile ich mich? Ja! Zu Tode.
Ich möchte nicht, dass mein 23 Jahre ...

... man sie Punkt für Punkt. Etappe für Etappe beantwortet - am Ende steht ein letztes „Warum?“. Für Kind** im Alt** von 2 bis 4 Jahren ist diese n**vtötende Warum-Frag**ei ein Mittel zur Aufrecht**haltung ein** Konv**sation. Sie begreifen, dass auf eine gestellte Frage eine Antwort folgt.

Nun scheint es diese Phase ein zweites Mal zu geben, Anfang 20. Da sie oft in Depressionen und damit in exzessiven Ablenkungsv**suchen scheinbar endet, ist sie ein ...

... concrete edifices that sit alongside the 18/19th century structures. The KGB museum reminds you that this was a country once part of the USSR. Not that that is the only reminder, street name plates have a standard block type font, black letters on a white background. Nothing fancy. In fact the buildings themselves have numbers assigned to them, it reminds me of being in a holiday camp and ...

Zarasai has an annual Nights of Rock festival on the island. The summerhouse we were staying in is opposite the bridge to the island, so we had the benefit of the music from the closing acts on Saturday night, drifting across the lake to us.

In the morning, we took our swimming costumes and wandered across to the island, unaware at that time, of quite how large the festival had been. There were tired looking Rockers everywhere. A sea of pod-like tents covered the hillside and a massive ...

... there, trying to look intelligent, and understanding nothing of the conversation in Lithuanian. They must have made us out to be complete charity cases, because the next thing I got, was that the local they had accosted, was willing to offer us use of her summer house, providing we had our own bedding (which we did). Her name was Virginia, and she lives in Leeds with her English husband.
Zarasai, Lithuania rachelkw

This morning I woke up a different man. In fact, I woke up the same man, but into a completely different world. I was alone. For a start it meant I too had finally been able to sleep in a bed. And it felt right off. And second, Visaginas woke up awash in sunshine. Festival had ended, my band had gone home and one could say the rain really had no reason to linger around any more. Suddenly, the summer stopped by in Lithuania ...

... too, though. Some time around eight, we men headed to the stadium to attend the festival. The women stayed behind in the hotel. Some couldn't join us, some didn't care to. And at two in the morning the same van that had waited for us at the Rîga airport on our arrival appeared in front of the "Aukðtaitija" hotel. Only, this time it all went in the reverse direction. And now there was going to be enough room for everyone inside. My band was going back home. I was staying on.

"Do you know if there's any post office around here?" Robi asked me. "Yes, there is. I saw it yesterday." "I'd have to send a few postcards," he said. As it's usually the case, we were by far the first ones down for breakfast. I knew that by the time we descended to the restaurant the others would still be very much asleep. Somehow we managed to find a common ground as to what we would have for breakfast with the restaurant personnel, and then we started eating ...

... from sediments in the water which after all those year had left their trace on it. In one word, "Aukstaitija" hotel was ripe for rehabilitation. And not right away. "Two days before", rather. And for all that, it turned out we lived in luxury. The kind of rooms we were booked in was on the right side of the corridor. Left side of the hotel corridors accommodated the likes of Lithuanians, Latvians and so on. Those rooms had no bathrooms whatsoever, but rather shared a common shower ...

... afternoon Monday went hh back home ... quite a loong way ... first catched traffic jams in the morning, then 1 hour waiting for first ride ... reached border just about 2 pm ... and 2 hours of nothing ... then catched funny trucker going back home near Warsaw from Moscow :) But it was very slow coz of heavy fogs on the way :/ Went to Pultusk with them where i catched bus to Warsaw where i had my train back ... ufff long journey :P