The slash means you are now leaving Bocholtz. I followed this road surrounded by thick fog.
First beer in Holland.
Holland pride- before they lost the eurocup.
A parking lot in Amsterdam.
The Roots world music festival in Amsterdam.
Near the hostel in Berlin.
Berlin.
Berlin- Mitte, the historic district.
Prague- the city.
Little boys and girls danced to slavic music near the Prague castle.
The view from the hostel in Prague.
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You seem so far off in a dreamland; a place I've only seen in catalogues and calendars.
When I get there -- to this catalogued and calendared place -- you must show me the town.
I feel that I am in a dreamland, so far away. I feel like I am a traveler and that this place will never be mine- except for the short time I am here.
Everything looks ridiculously unreal. How can it be true?
Are you drinking a beer in a wine glass? So, how was it? Are you sitting with one of your relatives?
It looks like you are having such an amazing time there!
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