Upon arrival

Recommended tune while reading the post: Glenn Miller - In the mood


McDonald's, piss, sweat and the stinking breaths of a thousand people crawling around the train station.
My nose confirms it, I'm here.
To no avail were my prayers that the train make a sharp turn and leave me on a tropical island, or at least Vienna...
Bah, he never listens.

The time spent back home allowed me catch up with my long lost accent which was resurrected with a sharp cursing tongue the minute I got off the train at home and shot dead again when I got off the train here, in a much similar manner, mind you.

...Zürich would have been fine too...

What else did I do while at home, oh yes, I visited my high-school in search of a teacher whose class I could crash but alas, I couldn't bring myself to do it, so I contended myself with making my former principal-teacher miss his. He didn't seem too upset. He hasn't changed. None of them have. That was comforting.

...or Milan...

Until now I never actually realized just how quiet my home town can be. I guess the street racers who passed by my balcony almost every summer night had something to do with that. Traffic is almost non-existent, compared to the iron and gasoline hell that can be found over here.

...I would've even taken Bruxelles...

The people on the street, although few, seemed more open, less insidious, whether upset or content, their expression mirrored it accurately and faithfully. Around here, people are nothing but shadows reflected in a puddle, each one you see on the street, a masked impostor impersonating himself.
Hollows.

...or Stockholm...

Even so, I kind of wanted to come back here. Why? Well, don't ask me why but...

As it turns out, I actually missed this infested, self absorbed, smog snorting, shit bucket of a city.

Yet one more thing I never thought I'd feel; but then again, I guess It's a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself.
Isn't that right, Lester?