"you should learn to care less", my dad said. hmm this will take a while.

i'm somewhere in the south of turkey. spending family time at my parents' summerhouse aka retirementville, where the stars are brighter and life is simpler. the place is full of grandparents and grandchildren. it's like there is a "coolness gap" in between. i used to have sooo much fun here, till i was like 17. i had friends. we would sit by the sea and talk and laugh for hours. a few of these people are gonna drop by for a few days next week. looking forward to that. till then i will keep not socializing, swimming in the sea, reading lots of books and spending time with my family.

till he was 38, jack nicholson thought his grandparents were his parents and his mother was his sister. just like eric clapton, although he found out about the truth much earlier, when he was 9.  how do you get over something like that? how do you deal with life, knowing that the most basic things you believed to be true without questioning, were actually lies?

they do this open air movie night thing here, where this one guy brings his projection device and shows films on the wall of the little market. i watched "the iron lady" last week. it was the most depressing film i had seen in a while. made me think of how lonely people get when they get old. even the walk i took afterwards didn't help. right now, i need happy films. happy happy films.

i miss singing. i make music with two lovely people in vienna, but not as often as i would like to. gotta find a way to do that regularly. we only do covers at the moment. here:

where, you may ask. in patrick's room, on his bed. hence the name. i'm the one that sings the second verse.

sunny hugs from the south.