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I've just looked at the calender and realised that only three days ago I was in San-Pietroburgo. It seems like a life-time ago.
My sense of time is confused and I feel strange while thinking about it. Here, in Rome, the feeling of time is completely different. It might be the weather, or Italian people or just something. But it's here. Not 'eternal' - nay, nothing like that. More like the city is constantly bursting with energy ( and not in the annoying way, the opposite, it is quite reassuring) and alive. Does it make any sense? )))
Great city! Even if nobody speaks english ;)
My sense of time is confused and I feel strange while thinking about it. Here, in Rome, the feeling of time is completely different. It might be the weather, or Italian people or just something. But it's here. Not 'eternal' - nay, nothing like that. More like the city is constantly bursting with energy ( and not in the annoying way, the opposite, it is quite reassuring) and alive. Does it make any sense? )))
Great city! Even if nobody speaks english ;)