First days in England

Well, this is it, I'm in England.

God save the Queen.

First I sat on an airplane that took me to Sweden (rather usual).

After that I tasted a slice of British Airways' cake.

Peek-a-boo:

This royal air gives me a special urge to drink tea after every 5 minutes.

Sip by sip:

Welcome to our High street and just a £99 pence store away:

The right is left and the left is right.

Confusing:

This is not an usual human being...:

...he's a student at...:

This is not a usual human being.

She's a student too at...

Well, I'm poor but few flower print items I can afford:

Exhibit A:

Exhibit B:

I still feel like I have hitch hiked to Tartu and will return soon.

Reality is that this is not Tartu, bitch.

This is Gillingham:

Very Shakespeare-ish and theatre-like:

Grass isn't greener on the outside.

There's shit everywhere:

What else can you do after you have seen few apartments.

Yes, the correct answer is to walk aimlessly:

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Home, sweet home for now.

Thank you all for the last night in Tallinn. My hands are still shaking.

Just a Hell Hunt away, darlings