The last weekend on the beach with the Saxenburgers. My skin is hot from the whole day in the sun and i'm posting this here in my empty room. This is the last day in this room, behind the table. Listening to Jamie Cullum as when i left Warsaw about two years ago, history is repeating itself in some aspects. There is a bitterness in these last days. All of us are looking in the same direction, yet in very different ones. Maybe some day, somewhere, we look in the same place in the same direction again. But until that day our directions will be Norway, Portugal, Vietnam, Cuba, New York, Amsterdam, Italy....