Good to be back home.

Finally i'm back home.

Recovering is a good thing. This allows you to take a lot of free time for yourself.
I didn't spend much time here: i went to see friends, i had parties with them; i went to Paris, as well, to see my brother and have fun with him.
We got the chance to find a board game we've been looking for 13 years: the "Tiersmondopoly".
It's a swiss game: you're a peasant in Peru and you try to survive.
Rules are almost the same that for the real Monopoly.
I also took some time to go to museums, movies, to take photos...
I like this excitement that the travel, by itself, gives to you. Being excited makes me feel relaxed.

However, i hate those fucking people who take the same train and keep complaining about anything, or keep calling anyone over the phone in order to say nothing important.
I hate those parents who let their "definitely not well educated children" do whatever they want in the train, despite they're surrounded by other persons.
I hate this unknown person who sat next to me and asked if i could stand up so she could go peeing. She did it five times within a two hours long trip.
I hate you all!! Next time i'll buy two first class tickets just for me.

I guess it's part of the deal, anyway: have fun, do enjoy yourself, but do endure the others, as well.