rainy with a chance of where the heck am i?!

one sleepless night, no coffee, some cigarettes, tight nerves and teary eyes, a car race to the airport, two planes and two bagels, 3 km of milky white fog and a whole lotta turbulence, the feeling that i might just see jack the ripper pop out from all the mist and rain, a three-legged cricket which i failed to save in the packed metro, some stops and two clicks, one open suitcase in the middle of the main station - sun hat going in, umbrella coming out, steamy sewer mouths all the way, a she male at whom i tried not to stare, an absolutely average lady at whom i did stare for lack of purpose, a bus that didn't come and a long push and pull of a very big suitcase, one corner cafe, a key with a note, one wrong way, 5 floors and lots of sticky steamy freezing sweat later....

...and i'm here. i don't know if here is where i was or am supposed to be, but here i am. i don't really know where i am, but it's pretty. and it's obvious i'm here but...