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except that part where i got drunk on absinthe (mal idee, mal idee) in a gay bar and was taken into the men's room by a creeper on my trip. they had gay porn playing and black stalls without toilets. i was much to drunk to actually leave, but i totally knew it was poor choices. it was a big heap of not okay. then he tried to be my friend. weird. i do not want to befriend my drunken makeout partners. kthnx.

he was a living statue. i gave him change and a note. he came to talk to me. he did not speak english. long long long story short, a day later, i'm avoiding him and he's following me, babbling in german and kissing me while i try to pull away. he made bilingual passersby translate and asked me to marry him. austrian police=amused. my travel buddy was late to go to the train and he tried to take me home with him to bratislava. terrifying.

but everyone here seems to have forgotten me. c'est la vie. non, c'est ma vie. oui. je ne soigne pas. beaucoup. ma francaise est tres mal. and i have no use of accents.