I can hear him talking to his mother, slightly worried but relived that she's actually fine.
Mom sits and waits for him to tell her his mother is okay.
They talk now.
My hair's messy but i really cannot be fucked to do anything about it.
I should be on the bus to town soon, start off my summer-schoolwork at the university library and go to gym afterwards. Hopefully also pick up the memory card with all the lovely photographs from lovely lovely crete.
And the still unpacked suitcase with all my clothes.
kiss kiss bang bang
