Back in Berlin.

Spending 17 hours traveling (18 if you count the hour that I had in Malmö) is a long time. It could have taken about 2 hours to get to the airport and fly, but that's not how I do it.

I spent most of the time listening to music and looking out on the rain outside the window. I watched "Dr Horribles Sing-a-long blog" (Neil Patrick Harris <3) for the sixth or seventh time. I snused until my lips felt like a raisin. I talked to the woman sitting next to me on the bus about her recent travel to Istanbul. I slept. I couldn't concentrate to read or write.

The time I spent in Malmö with a former college I haven't seen for a long while. We talked about politics and how the world is fuck up. Really just a great time but way to short.

I took the train from Malmö and talked a bit to the people in my compartment but then decided to hop up in my bed and I was fast asleep when the train got on the ferry over to Germany. Arriving in Berlin at six a clock in the morning, getting home, listing to Swedish morning radio and unpacking. I'm craving coffee but I broke my french press before I left so I'm thinking about going to IKEA (yes, I know, I'm such a stereotype Swede sometimes) to get a new one or just go to a café and drink coffee until I'm all shakey. But I'm back, and I'm glad to be.