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Out there, there is only the death calm, breath taking silence of a no-wind, almost full moon night. I found no confort on the not far enough sound of the waves braking, relentlessly on the sand of the beach I consider a little bit like mine. It stands out from the sound of dogs barking nearby.

It is the third night in a row I can't go to sleep... as usual I find some company in this lound fanned friend, which sound doesn't rock me any faster.

Someone called it "post-abroad living-stress", that places you in such a mood-swinging state that you drive everyone crazy, mad or sad. That thing in your head that doesn't allow you to unpack for 2 weeks after returning home,

... the place where your heart is (supposed to be)...

( Dave Matthews Band - Everyday )