Who said spring is supposed to be happy?

It was in the middle of the misty day. We felt like taking a walk. Depressing scenery never felt so down before. Which was weird since I, myself, felt awesomely happy. Oh, Gothenburg. You are so depressing.

It was in the middle of the misty day. We felt like taking a walk. Depressing scenery never felt so down before. Which was weird since I, myself, felt awesomely happy. Oh, Gothenburg. You are so depressing.

And just like the French, the cops in Brussels very politely told me to “get the fuck out” when they saw me.