working days sometimes can be so exhausting. i am kind of missing the academic life lately. the changing of four seasons in other old continent. pages to read, papers to be written. time to consume all the burden of being a student. or maybe there is a little freedon left here that suffocates me to turn back time, the care free days with diaries, bikes and old wooden chairs in caffees around het plein.
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