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a night in pärnu buss station could be that depressing? would of never believed that. got on the bus to riga from there. spent the whole trip half sleeping, half crying, half zombie. sometimes we suprise ourselves. got to rigas airport at five am. my check-in to barcelona started at 9.50, didnt really know what to do, so i wondered around in the airport, but the memories are still too fresh and they tortured me so i went to sleep, slept like two hours a day before that and even more - getting on the bus, i was on a birthday before the bus, and that was so dull, that me and my sis, we just decided to get drunk... so in the airport, i was lonely and dead tired. i fell a sleep afront of my gate and woke up, but it was a little too early to wake, so i fell asleep again until a stjuardess knocked on me and asked where i am heading. "barcelona" I sayd, still sleepy. "well there is a plane waiting for you". how i love packing things, getting dressed and running on a plane when you have just a second and all you really want to do is punsh that pretty face.