The Date-Gate

Please pass the date-gate and you are in Ireland.

When I woke up after the fake-date or the anti-date I knew I never wanted to see him again. And then everything changed, I knew I was in Ireland, moment of realization, my eyes could see the churches, houses, people, streets, bridges, everything, and my ears could hear how constantly the aeroplanes fly over my house, I had lived her for two weeks without hearing it.

I was happy.

I guess I havent heard my border-guard in the beginning or the locksmith or the God Janus who is the god of every gate.

So to cut the story - to be continued.