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So you know how I was posting about the magic of CISV, and how it can cheer you up anytime anywhere just thiking of all those amazing people? Well, sometimes it has the reverse effect. Sometimes you are at folk fest all day catching glimpses of a boy who looks ridiculously like Egi but isn't. Or you talk to paco for the first time in a billion years and you still miss him. Or you are in that wonderful facebook group (the best, in my opinion) We Love CISV Boys and Carolina is there and someone is talking about Per Oyvind from Norway and there is a picture of Eima and Gabe and even though the world is ridiculously small in that everyone know everyone, it is still ridiculously big. Perry and Oystein are still in Norway, Paco is still in Germany and Carolina is still in Portugal and there is still a whole ocean between you and them. And you would give anything to be back in Finland or Japan and to be insanely tired and hot and have to halfheartedly join a running game before collapsing for your siesta and listeing to the beatles and bob marley and somebody playing the guitar and finding another monito gift or trying to guess what flavour the juice is or getting a hug from somebody, just because you love them and they love you. But instead I'm sitting in my basement waiting for my clothes to come out of the laudnry and thinking about how much I need to do. And I feel sad.