I arrived on Friday afternoon in Reykjavik. We were late because of a traffic jam in Paris airport tracks… I found Tin and Joe waiting for me in the flat. The guy that supposedly took my room wasn’t here. He didn’t move yet and will come on Monday. By luck, I would be able to stay in a descend room until Thursday where a friend of Joe moves in. Then I’ll have to wait for 3 or 4 days until L, a French guy, moves out. Apparently he couldn’t handle the dentist office effect. That’s quite understandable. I would have turned mad if the people I’m living with weren’t my friends. Now I guess the only thing I have to get is an agreement with my landlord. I’ll cross my finger for that arsehole to let me pay the upcoming month of October without making any trouble. As I know him, he’ll probably find an excuse to make me pay an extra for the month of September. (I left on September 3rd).
The first night was rough. Tin, Joe, Jul and Ru were in a heavy party mood and had bought the needed gear. We had lots of fun. We did the usual, before party at hour place and we left down town in 2 different bars. I had a blackout at some point and most of what happened there vanished from my memory. However I know that I spent most of my time talking with Tin about her difficult relationship with M. At 7am Joe and I fell asleep in the sitting-room waiting for the pizzas to come. I woke up at 1pm because someone knocked on the door like a woodcutter. I was feeling all right and took a nap a while later. That’s when started and nasty hangover… I revived at around 6pm and could start the day. M came back from his trip to Finland.
Saturday started quite late as you can imagine. I’ve taken a hot chocolate in my secret place with Hanna. We discussed about her trip to Munich and Paris and about my new Job. Later on at night we ended the same bunch of people that the day before plus M. Tin had to leave early because she was working on Sunday. Ru, and I weren’t able to drink anything else that water or coke.
M was angry because most of us were looking terrible. He sort of felt betrayed that we haven’t waited for his return to go out. Still we all went out in the same place as the day before but the other way around. It was okish, nothing special happened. Once again I spent most of the time talking to M about the meaning of the life… We ended up this time in a kebab place. Oh lord, as much as I hate junk food I couldn’t avoid this time to have one, I was starving. It was all right. I promised to myself that I’ll make descent meals the next days.
Sunday, was quiet again. I’m slowly preparing myself for my first day of work tomorrow. I’ll probably go to take Hanna’s bike at the Embassy to give it a better life. Right now it’s rusting outside. I’ll go have a coffee to Sega and go back early home to have a proper night sleep.
it’s good to have you back!