What happened in Geneva stayed in Geneva, the horrible sickly feeling lingered for many days and continues to fester in my memory but the regret and anger and sadness I slowly fading…Camera and laptop gone, sneakily stolen away by some faceless little s*** while I slept hugging my unlocked backpack, my lack of awareness still baffles me but I guess that's just life. The things I regret the most are the loss of my writing, those little entries I never put into blogs or turned into poems and stories only I could decipher, memories that can never be lost ofcourse but that are all the same changed in some way, for the immediacy of those accounts can never be retrieved.

One day I will return to Switzerland and erase my current distaste for its train stations. For now I will sit on this bumpy train to Barcelona and rewrite all those bloody blogs I had saved on my computer but never uploaded before the robbery. Here goes…