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I actually do like a song from Maximo Park, shit.

I just came back from Berlin, i loved that city so much (and hated it so much in the beginning), that i'm seriously thinking about having my erasmus there. Indeed 8 days aren't enough to enjoy such a wonderful piece of art. Agoraphobic and cheerful, calm and vibrating in every single aspect. Big spaces and happy faces. Nice places and so much walking, so much that my feet started hurting on the second day and never stopped until i came back home, and all that dancing didn't help either. But of course i'm the same silly shallow child as i used to be when i was 17, so i also risked to fuck up my life, which eventually turned out great. Could you guess another six months of endless pain? I could and believe me, it would be terrible to the desperation point.

It seems that you live in someone else's dream