Six in the morning. Bus number 3, from Northern Bus Terminal to Banglamphu
23. 10. '09

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As if somedy opened door a let inside the street noise, the smell of fried rice and coffee. The smell of wet tarmac. But I do not about it yet. Now it is only a dream. I am still sleeping. „You you you! Morchit! Bangkok!“ Smiling face in the door wakes me up.

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