is there any place more beautiful than the greece seaside?
ten blissful days filled with friends with texan accents at the sea and on top of mountains.
spontaneous wind tunnels scared me away, hid my face from the dust
at the sea, my skin turned white from the dry salt
vicky saw a jellyfish the size of a poodle, so we ran
home now, to twelve degrees and rainy budapest.
what i miss most: halva