Well, sooner or later it had to happen.
The ''operative'' Miex term is finished.
Right now I'm smoking the last sigarette in this cold Swedish room.
I don't want to bother you with stories and emotional stuff. I just want to say that I'll never regret every SINGLE fucking moment of this amazing year.
I did everything I was supposed to do.
I spent terrific times with my fellows, I partied on every square meter within Europe, I drunk all the System Bolagets of the whole Sweden, I laughed at every pinguin of the world, I met beautiful girls, I fell in love with most of them, I travelled as much as I could.
I've been looking for company, I've been wishing for privacy, I've been sleeping for hours but often only for a few minutes.
The more I was getting older, the more I was behaving younger. Thinking about my future while spinning the bottle, doing exams while still drunk.
I was about to be arrested but I looked cool and everything was fine. I didn't pay thousands cabs and I made joke of millions bus drivers. I pretended to be a chef while preparing the worst scandinavian pasta.
I experienced the snow, the sun, the ice, the rain, the North Pole. I talked Italian, English, French, Swedish, Spanish, Portoguese, German, Arab. I pretended to be French, Spanish, Turkish, Brazilian, half-Italian and half-French, half-British and half-Finnish.
I made videos, pics and collected them. I sent them to my friends.
I cried, ran, lied, stole, laughed, taught and learnt.
But I did everything with you, and that's why I'm going to miss you all!
See ya in anotha life, brotha!
Michel
