i'll try to translate a phrase from a book i'm reading. it's called "the stranger" and the writer is albert camie.. so the phrase is the following:"when we're walking slowly, we're in danger of getting sunstroke. Nevertheless, if we're walking rapidly,we get all sweaty and inside the church lurks the danger of catching a cold". She was right. There was no way out! ._

5:30 pm it is the time here in the greek world.. after a mild hangover i am trying to pull myself together... the bee gees keep me company with one of the best love songs ever written : "How Deep Is Your Love"... i'm playing along with my strat... my sister enters the room accompanied by her artistic skills, she grabs a post-it and starts sketching... i can't make out what she's drawing... after a while the picture becomes clearer..