i think i would be good for you.

so the stupidly big blister is still here, taking over my finger. i don't have a fingerprint now, i can commit all the crimes i want. we thought the season had ended, oh how wrong we were. i was told yesterday morning that 2 people would be coming that afternoon, and it would be nice and relaxed. by the time we settled down to sleep, 15 people had arrived, including 3 different groups at once, meaning it was an extremely manic evening. it can drive you a bit mental that sometimes, you can't give everyone the same wonderful greeting if there are 8 of them and 1 of you. difficult.

anyway, salco brought a puppy here last night. that boy is crazy sometimes. from what i could gather, the little puppy had been hit on the main road next to the mosque. to be fair, and i don't like dogs, it was a cute little thing. it looked extremely scared, very fragile. it was no bigger than a kitten. the heart strings were definitely being peaked. almost automatically, all of the travellers came out to stroke the thing, give it sympathy and attention, which was nice. but still, the question stands (and yes i am a hypocrite here), why does a homeless dog bring out such adoration, yet a homeless roma child almost brings out scorn in people? and i stress the child aspect there. interesting.

i'm told its going to rain next week, and this week it isnt by the internet! local sources say rain is coming, oh my lord i am excited for that. some interesting developments with regards to my 2011 as well, so i've got me a few emails to send and motivation letters to write. i don't really do motivation letters to well, i always come across as obsessive. because i am. always, without fail. there, i said it.

live music at abrasevic today! abrasevic is a bar in a pretty run down area of town, next to the (in use) prison, which always sets a few alarm bells off. now, this would be a worry i suppose. lonely planet talks about how you need the guts to find it, as it is situated in one of the most run down areas of mostar, and indeed next to the prison. what it doesn't mention however, is the fact that it is also directly next to mostars finest cake shop! palma! so you have this passionately anti-commercialism bar, directly in between the criminals of mostar and the finest cakes the city can produce. good old bosnia.

i'll bring home the turkey if you bring home the bacon.