you know you're back home when you enter a subway train (which i do only if something serious - like water falling from heaven - urges me to) smiling about something (for example the enormous hickeys on the neck of a guy sitting there) and everybody looks as if they want to eat you alive. they're looking at you like: "we are NOT happy, we are NOT polite, we are in VIENNA". *sigh*

did i mention that i seriously consider moving to CalifornIA? the basic plan is to get a green card and then to wait for the next 'big one' (earthquake, that is), when real estate prices usually slump and buy something in beverly hills. don't ask for details, i told you it was a basic plan :D