a week has passed. already. only. i’m finally starting to feel like i’m on this planet again. still very tired – exhausted to be exact – but starting to get used to not feeling worry and angst all the time. however, i’m still waiting for dad to ring me and ask how the party in stockholm was last weekend…
about that. i was supposed to give a speech, but that was asking a bit too much under the circumstances. normally when i give speeches i never write anything beforehand, i just talk. this time i actually had something prepared. the organizers received a gift with my little speech on a card instead, but since i’ve got so much feedback, i thought i’d share it with you here as well…
Ten little Cilanies got a bottle of wine;
Anna choked her little self and then there were nine.
Nine little Cilanies sat up very late;
George overslept himself and then there were eight.
Eight little Cilanies thought Märsgarn was heaven;
Philippe said he’d stay there and then there were seven.
Seven little Cilanies doing some party tricks;
Antonio chopped himself in half and then there were six.
Six little Cilanies doing the jive;
JF tripped over his partner and then there were five.
Five little Cilanies wanted to go back to shore;
Carl missed the boat and then there were four.
Four little Cilanies going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed Sabina and then there were three.
Three little Cilanies feeling a bit blue;
Manu hugged one and then there were two.
Two little Cilanies sitting in the sun;
The redhead* got frizzled up and then there was one.
One little Jonas left all alone;
He finished the bottle and then there were none.
* that’s me.. in case you didn’t get it..