Last night was rather strange. I went to bed early and crashed out again, waking up to hear the radio still playing at round about And so I switched it off and went back to sleep. Breakfast was interesting. Nothing like the one at Lech but that was really something special. This one here, although a long way short of it, was still more than satisfactory. Sliced banana too, still in its skin.
People have very short memories yet I can tell you hordes of tales about travelling in Eastern Europe back in the 80s. Last night I was with someone who might even have been a girl whom I used to know of all people. We were certainly on the verge of becoming a couple, holding hands, all that kind of thing, being extremely close to each other.
A group of us had gone off somewhere and she was there as well so she came. I had extremely high hopes about this but the more into this trip we got and the more things started to become evident that the kind of life I was living at the time was not the kind of life that other people were living, that my family was living she became more and more distant.
By the time I got somewhere to stop for a coffee she just disappeared. I was with my family by this time and we ended up in a hospital. All my family was being treated for cancer and I had to go to have my treatment too.
One of my sisters was there being treated and my grandmother was there being treated. My sister having a perfusion had lost an arm or a thumb along the way. I had to look for them and I ended up going to the wrong house or wrong hut where they were staying but someone put me right.
