Leider, leider.

It was like waking from a dream, leaving Freiburg. This year long dream was done, ending just as it had started with a warm, partly sunny summer day in a German train. I was going back to the reality of my life. But then I saw my parents and our car and my country, and it was like falling back into a dream of a long lost memory, where any minute I could wake up and be back in the reality of Freiburg. And now I just don't know what to do.

The airports were incredibly annoying and there was turbulence during Shrek 3. Perhaps I'll go into more detail later. I don't feel like being on the internet right now.