This picture's for Oscar - I accidentally deleted the picture of the dead octopusses lying in a row or else you would've got that one too...
Couldn't stop circulating the area with the maroccon food, french pastries, massive freshly made breads/baguettes and italian cheeses and wines... Ended up bying a traditional english pie and hot spicy applejuice.
In the evening I went to a party in Queensway. The party was good and quite international(french, italians, english, swedes, indians)- good people, good music, bad wine(tasted like rebenshoppen in a nice bottle). Went home 2am and CAME home about 4.30 in the morning. First I took the bus in the wrong direction, ended up going in circles and not at all north-east where I was going. Towards 4 o'clock I finally found a bus going towards my direction. Came off the bus and had a 15min walk home to the sound of birds and drunk people going home.
You really meet the most odd people 4 o'clock in the morning(no wonder). A guy from uzbekistan started talking to me. By some reason the only thing I could think of when he mentioned Uzbekistan was their dictator Karimov, whom I read an article about( at the time when my interest was to read articles about holocausts and dictators - I have my hobbies...)
(OBS! brutal pictures)
http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article3943.htm
http://www.commondreams.org/views05/0525-28.htm
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SvaraRaderaPieminister - fantastiskt! :D
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