Good bye my loves – Day 9 

  
Tonight Milou and Alon kidnapped me from the hostel and took me to their house for a quiet dinner. 

Quiet? Yeah right. 

We are Dutch pancakes, sang and played cards. Drank wine and listened to African music and spoke about our hometowns. 

3 different nationalities. 3 different cultures. 3 different languages. 

But we were one. 

No matter where we are from or who we are. We live in the same world. This beautiful, sick, twisted world and we all share one thing- emotion. 

We all love. 

We all cry. 

We are all one 

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