The smell of sleepovers
The last train left and we were without a sleeping place. Not only did I have my camera with me, but also my guitar and laptop. Needless to say I wasn’t looking forward to spending the night at the railway station. Gerlin and I were desperately seeking a solution when we saw some people we had talked/high-fived with earlier that evening. They put us in their future house, that was currently still being cleaned up. When we looked out of the window we could see the towers of the church across the street. Fanciful shadows and creaking noises.We slept on a smelly mattress and brushed our teeth with smelly water, but we slept like a log. And I woke up the next day with all of my stuff still by my side.