I am writing this mostly for myself. from Roma termini cafe as I wait for train elsewhere.

yesterday i watch the people on bus to rome and wondered how many of them are on run. I manically breathed in austrian air on a night toilet stop. I was in heaven on another stop in italy on gas station, when I was trying to loosen my stiff neck (europe grows larger when travelled on a bus9 and italian guy told me i was beautiful. I ran around rome manically today... and now I am off to somewhere else, away from EU zone, one land where they still have blood vendetta... but where people still are humane deep inside their tough shell of survivors.

I wonder how many of people here on termini is on run. how many tourists in rome are merely escapists. I really do.

because I do escapism very well. Too bad i cannot put it down into my CV