For a minute i started to doze off into my personal universe . I was imagining taking night walks with my ‘possible-future-darling’. Both of us sitting on the alienated bench with a cup of warm coffee, having a small talk while gazing at the setting down sun … As soon as these thoughts were getting into the swing of development, I have to admit, I was feeling a bit disgusted with myself. This romantic-like consciousness was always shoved somewhere in the deepest tunnels of my noddle, for not event myself to reach. Well, apparently, light braked through. I think Scandinavia’s heart is at fault, it has romanticism particulars is in the air, I bet.