Kiss me, Im Irish!

No, my Dear Void, Im not. But I was reminded of that song yesterday when I was on the train and the man sitting opposite to me was talking on the phone and he had the most awesome irish accent. I just evesdropped and enjoyed. The song itself is here -

I just listened to this myself and it made me miss Ireland. I saw it in my dream the other night, the Emerald Island. I think about it every now and then. You know Dear Void what I miss the most? I miss the spirit of people. Maybe its all in my imagination, but I felt something special about people there. I miss that joy and the charm, that twinkle in their eyes. And of course the music. I really like irish folk music and I absolutely love their accent. Im not sure if I would understand it now since I have been away for years though people here say that every now and then it pops out in my speech. Of course not all people I encountered were nice there, but well, thats life.

And its been over a month since I wrote here, last time I was in Estonia. And believe me, I have been wanting to write here every now and then but something has stopped me. You know I have these days where I dont want to talk. I want to have a quiet time at home, do something by myself and not talk to anyone. Not even to you. So I have postponed all these things I have wanted to write here and then of course I have forgotten about them. I have seen really funny things around the town that I have wanted to share with you but now they are lost.

One thing I wanted to share with you that made me really pissed off the other day (it probably is a small thing) but working in the bar few days ago I dropped a pintglass and it shattered all over the floor and one man jumped up and cheered and clapped his hands. Where does that come from? Someone had an accident and it is somehow funny and you gloat over it? These kind of people have no manners. And yes, I judge those people on that. Full stop.