Bye Bye.

Denmark.

Amazing.

I wanna come back.

I had some whiskey.

And some of us got convinced.

To see some nightlife.

It was fun.

I was unsociable.

I can't be bothered to talk.

To strangers.

I am tired.

I also feel bad.

And the inside gang is easy to talk to.

I don't want to explain same things.

Over and over.

Shit gets old. 

If you always work.

When there's time off.

Do you wanna talk about work?

No.

I loose interest.

All of a sudden I'm the icequeen. 

But I smile inside.

They keep telling me.

I have a smile they haven't seen before.

Someone invaded my mind.

Permanently. 

And I don't even mind.

Elephants invaded too.

For some reason they are mentioned around me a lot.

It all started with a dream.

Goodnight.

We out here.

After 4 days of rest.

(Which was sort of also work.)

She was working.

Once again.

On the road.

Miami to Chicago.

2 days.

Festival.

Lollapalooza.

Then she flew for 10 hours.

Ended up in Copenhagen.

Denmark.

Found herself wandering the streets of Christiania.

Smelling the scent of a certain herb as she strolled around. 

Stoll turned into hang at a beach.

Turned into a beer.

Turned into Tequila.

Turned into Tequilas.

And finally.

A very comfortable bed.

Midnight turned into 3am.

And her body was confused.

The jetlag that never left during the 4 days.

Had returned stronger than ever.

Lollapalooza posse.

We wear black.

Fly outfit. Also FLY outfit.

Dig & Mig i Danmark. 

I have someone special in mind.

Köpenhavn.