Oh so nice an august, where me wants to be?

It is a strange feeling to start writing again in a blog.
If it's checked regularly by many people, then you feel like you have to update is as frequently as possible, people do get bored very easily.
But once nobody, or so, reads your blog, than it updating it stops being a problem, and writing down, jotting down a few lines becomes a way to regain touch with your inner self.
Not to mention, reading through your own past blog posts, something new comes up again and again, and the therapy sounds neverending, but a sure-'ll-do-you-good thing.

This is to start again.
I acquired a motorcycle in the last days, lost a girlfriend and some self respect, gained some freedom for which I had paid a enormeous price in the last 4 months.

Moscow is waiting at the door, then Milan then Kiev.
It's all oh so quick.