Here’s another morning when I wake up too early and it is around 48 hours before the flight. I don’t feel worried or anything, but this night I did not sleep well, because it was so hot and a million thoughts in my mind. I guess it is the excitement before the trip. I even tried to turn the fan on, but it did not help. Finally, the slag of wine and valerian drops work as magic and I felt asleep.
I like this short poem, about the dreams and hopes:
“The human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed;
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Those charms were broken if revealed”