The journey of JussiKala

This memory is very fragmented because I fell asleep again without writing it down first.

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I remember that this is not the first place we've been in. I think we've travelled around the world already. But now we're in paris with my school mates, or, some of them, that is. Perhaps a day off in an exchange student program? Anyhow. We had a couple of hours left and we went to see the Eiffel tower. We saw it from the base of the thing and thought we reeally didn't have time to do anything else. Walking to the top would've maybe been possible alone but with this group, there wouldn't have been enough time. Yet, there was no line in the elevator to the top, so we took that. At the top there was this souveneir shop thingy, where we spent a little time in because it was cold outside. After a while talking there with the other peoples, we all headed downwards. The dream ended.

So I was at this random house. Kinda old. Perhaps 50s architecture. Detached house. Composed of wood and white bricks, mostly. Surrounded by a big grassy field. And I was in the kitchen preparing food for some guests that were going to arrive soon. I had made cake and pasta and stuff. I was going to peel my potatoes but I noticed I only had five. I stressed out. I called someone else to keep doing whatever I was doing for a while while I went to the store. And there I was with more potatoes. So apparently the food was nowhere near ready and some of the guests were already there. So I went to greet them and quickly finish up what I was doing in the kitchen. I served them a half done meal.