The road to Guilin.

The other driver is asleep on the bed behind me. His feet smell.

I'd so like to know how to speak this language. It is such a pity I can't for I can't talk to people around me and let them know about how I feel and how happy I am to be here, or just talk to them. Now there is this girl in the bed on the right side of me and all we can do is smile at each other. I offered her some biscuits.
His feet really smell.

A fighting film is on.
Can't see much except for the guy-in-front-of-me's back of head and sometimes his hair too.
Maybe I'll try speaking to the girl anyway.

3am
Only God knows where we are and I smell. I smell real bad.Mmmmmmmm

Keep having v.vivid dreams and at times have got real problems realizing what is reality.
(I was supposed to go to a University-for one semester-in Romania-won a scholarship-with Brano, some ginger guy called Kamil and some other boy from our class and it felt like that was the real purpose of this journey of mine.
And there it is again..."chr chr chrrrrrrrrr'...aaaaand spit out of the window(what??? could have been the floor).

A woman keeps sneezing aaaaaaall night looooooong, I'd really like to tell her to blow her nose.