Rolf's Journal

outta there!
so here i am on the place back home to little Nyhavn. the plane is very quiet since it is night time, and i no one is making a peep except for me ticking away on this keyboard. the man next to me is asleep his mouth open with his head turned to the side, practically dripping his spit on my shoulder. they play this ridiculous movie a couple of hours ago, erin brockovitch, a stupid woman. my back is killing me in this seat, business class is barely bareable either, i don't know why they don't make all the seats bigger. i hear virgin atlantic has much bigger seats now, the rest of these shit airlines should take a lesson. bela and i said goodbye many times, it was sad, ah poor poor me. ha! i am looking forward to letting her know I've seen her diary.

i love the lift off from new york city though, really an incredible sight, especially as the sun is down. the city looks like some huge jewel of lights in a diamond shape. spectacular. and then when you think of all the transactions per second that happen across that dirty little island it boggles the mind. complicated spectacular dirty diamond, like bela a bit. oh, i am thinking too much.

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