back to the civilization

after almost one month stuck in a distant countryside village, i'm back to the big city. at last. the village might be my homeland, might have delicious and cheap cakes, as well as cheap beer, whisky and alcohol in general. when i'm there i might not care about cooking and cleaning and any house duty. but dogs barking all night long are not as sweet as the sound of buzzers up and down the street all night long. the bats quietly avoiding the streetlights are not as nice as the noise of airplanes preparing to land in the nearby airport. and the empty, dark streets and alleys might not be dangerous in the village - but are far more scary.