Life is hard when you have to be half naked to co-exist with this stupid, irrational heat in the Baltics.
And, of course, the rest of the things are eerie, as always.
Thanks for asking.
At least I have coke. With ice. Not like I get that often. It became symbolic, you know.
A text to write.
Photos to upload.
All that thing going on.
But today.... Today I do somersaults in front of a mirror.
Too hot to be entirely yours, my dear, beloved, great audience.
+33 in the shadows, said some Russian aunt.
Life is as kind as it is cruel.