I'm standing, sleepless, in front of my apartment building, having a cigarette. Two late joggers being the only people I see. A few cars are passing by on nearby street - I do not see them but I can hear the sound.
The whole world seems empty. Dead.
"It is not really so late, there should be more people," I think to myself. I had become so used to the the busy streets of London and the friendly faces of improvisers that it was a terrifying sight to see no-one.
No people.
I notice how this observation makes me quite sad.
Quite sad and lonely indeed.
I know there are lot of great people in the world, but for this moment, there is just me and my cigarette and I feel that I am not yet ready to face the world alone.
It's getting windy.
Most likely it will rain soon, as gray clouds are slowly filling the sky.
I am still sleepless - the price you pay for jet-lag, time difference, traveling in night-time and random power-napping on the go.
While feeling sad, lonely and sleepless, I also start to remember how it feels to be Estonian...
...and I smile.
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