Posts Tagged ‘casablanca’
Casa means house, Blanca means white. Actually this Casablanca of Portuguese language, and entered by the Spanish to be Casablanca. I got off at Casa Voyageurs a la Gare. The fall directly on the tracks. Sweet girl whom I asked a few seconds ago seemed confused to explain where we are in English. Ok, here I am, Casablanca. City of many told in a movie or book or something.
This is a true story about a 23-year-old man who tried to escape from the reality of his life. A small notebook containing the days of fun and exciting was written to commemorate all that happened. Leaving in a state of hunger and cold. I am not aware that the bus I was riding off to 7:15 PM. So just in a hurry to run. Despite the rain, such a summer.
Travel through the cities of death in Scotland is stabbed my feelings are empty. Well, amid lonely, everyone was asleep in the bus. We stopped in several small terminal. Several people were seen spoon to remove the departure of friends or family. And while I was a little smile for a long time did not feel the warmth of friendship and family. Everything seems to be cold and tiring. Like living in Aberdeen.
This prolonged depression must end with a trip up the slack. May I know the answer after 10 days to finish this Morocco. 18:00 AM, in the bus.
Approximately 1-2 hours I’ll be in London. One of the passengers who styled hip-hop lit it with the volume of your i Pod disturbing. I’m hungry, have not eaten all day. The sky was gray outside. Whether curse what God given to this country, how not-bright sunny sky ? The air in the cold bus. Occasionally the heater was on, but still cold. I like to see the road that never change. Line white road and continue to like chase each other.
My eyes itch. Women behind the smell. I’m hungry. I want to go home … but where? 21:56 AM, London Thames Link Station. Former wet rain. I am in London. In Kingcross Thames Link station. Just ate, but I’m tired for some reason. I think I need a rest. I do not want to hurt. Wew, should buy such a powerful drug used. Tomorrow is up in Morocco. I think it would be very stressful. Because I was alone. London or any city in the UK boring. Or maybe because I was not able to find activities that can make me live. Whether, I’m tired to think.