Tuesday, January 2, 1996

Puri, the eighty-fifth day


I made ​​lots of dreams with Sven. We were in our hotel in Puri and we played video games on my TV I just sold. Then we went on the roof to admire the extraordinary sunrise at four in the morning (he normally rises at six) and then we went on a pyramid of wooden playpen when I walked on his hand but he did not withdraw it.
I kissed his lips too during the absence of his friend. I am dying to find an opportunity to tell him about. As he stays in a room close to mine it seemed easy, but courage failed me for a statement that could only be ridiculous in the end. To be sure not annoying any people, it is better to wait until they come to us, not to waste our potential for people who wouldn’t appreciate. Could Sven enjoy it? I would like to be told that one dreamt of me!

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