Happiness.

Warm wind blows through your salty hair as you drive by nightfall back home from a party in a bunker somewhere in nomansland. You hold on tight to the steering wheel when the road descents so steeply that you bump over all the cracks in the road while in the back of your head Led Zeppelin's Tangerine is playing.
Sand all over the ground of your 8 square meter erasmus kingdom home. It's 2 am, you're voiceless of all the talking and you can't sleep because you want to share some of you're happiness with the world in written symbols. Voiceless of talking with your visiting friends from home the way you used to talk with them back home. Voiceless of chatting with your french mates because you're finally able to say the things you want to say them straight away and they can see you the way you really are. Voiceless and most of all happy of living my life at 100% speed, the way I always should do it. Happy and thankfull for these times.

Times like these are priceless and passing by too fast. And it's then in the middle of the night at a moment like this that you realize, I should moan a little less cause right now I'm a lucky bastard.