Somehow I’m pleased with how this summer is working out. Sleeping in, tanning and pooling, email checking, instant messaging, salads and icecream, more sleeping, more tanning, going out, dirty jokes and cold beer, going home and watching sumo on Eurosport way past my bedtime while listening to angry hardcore mixed with funk (Subscribe, from Hungary, terrific band). Somehow, everything is wonderful and I’d have every reason to be content. However I miss the chaos of my past summers, I miss the wild parties in other parts of the country, I miss sleeping on the beach and the taste of the cheapest coffees in trainstations, I miss the concerts, the risks, the excitement. I feel like doing something crazy, just to snap out of this lazy trance that seems to have made me so tame these past few days.