Hot, hot, hot, sweaty and smelly, yum yum, in love with life! (unbearably light also perhaps???)

Aaaargh!
This is my second attempt at writing on how it feels to be back here. Hot. Sticky. Smelly. Grande! Driving through the country, looking out of old Karosa window, my heart feels so unbeleivably full, almost as if it was going to burst inside of me! My heart in my chest feels like hugging everything around with my eyes, to keep it forever inside of me, the colours of the trees, the fresh smell of mushrooms in deep dark woods, oh so typical, so normal, squinting into the depths of the brown and green forests, listening, expecting secretive sounds of hidden life!
Well, that's how it has been since I came back. That's a week. Today is the first day that I spent mostly travelling or sitting inside a building, slightly boring for no one was around, but no cramps (zadni krece) for am going on a midnight picnic, am going to sit on a meadow and drink wine and philosophise.
I came on Thursday night, said hi to Grandma and Grandpa, de-packed and re-packed and off I was again on Friday morning to a cottage in the mountains where i was reunited once again with the usual suspects of Papradno Action, this time Bellova Chata 2004 (last year it was Bellova Chata 2003, quite obviously I would dare say). Four days spent in isolation, in soft embrace of the breeze humming in the leaves of the trees surrounding...
...goulash, spekacky, grilled chickens, bread, oh yes, that Slovak bread and mustard, lots of mustard and dear God, lots of vodka and even more borovicka (for clearing and disinfecting purposes only) and today I can honestly proclaim self being utterly and completely hundred per cent (=> 24 hours) sober.
And, indeed, one really does not need to wash that much.
Oki, I feel this enough for today. Backpack still full, still on my shoulders, but I am at home.

'What you workin' today??'

Indeed.
Saturday was the day!! How strange it felt thinking that whatever i did was the last time i did it. The sun was shining bright and i was cycling up Rose Hill one last time. Not that I was going to miss it or anything, it just was the last time. Work was hectic, everybody remaining mad, unchanged, the fact that i was not going to be there not changing anything. I kind of expected that on my last day everybody will be aware of it being my last day, all the patients will be telling me like,'Yeah, its your last day today, hm, we are going to miss you, its going to be so different without you here.' Instead I met up with looks full of surprise when I came to say good bye into the smoking room or the lounge. It really did feel strange. Like i wasn't a part of their life at all, my presence hasn't made any difference whatsoever, or if it did, that was only for one second and then, the next day, it was a new day with a new world. Like a goldfish. I was talking about being a goldfish with Sara the other day and i believe that i would very much like to be one. A goldfish forgets everything within few minutes of the event's occurrence and that must be such an exciting life. The goldfish just goes and wiggles from side to side with these huge eyes like plates shining with excitement for everything that happens is completely new, unexperienced and indeed, must be sooooo exciting (how many times cn you use the world exciting in one sentence about being excited or perhaps general excitement??). Yes, I would very much like to be a goldfish.
Nevertheless, at least I think I can live with a good feeling of a job well done. That even if it only was for that short momentuous moment, I still did give them something more. Even if it only perhaps were few short moments of shared sane insanity. Vivat!