Summerpost
Dear diary, I have more than seven thousand excuses for not writing for such a long time. To count a few and maybe name the most important one - my magic writing pen got empty of refillable ink. It’s one of those special-kind-of pens that needs a refill bullet every once in-awhile (depending on how much it is used(which is apparently a lot in my case)). It’s like one of those Parker pens, but not-parker to be more precise. As we started strolling away to that path I can of course mention how difficult it is to find those refill-bullets up here. Let me tell you exactly how it happened. The pen looks like this (the blue one): I went to town and strolled in the first book shop hoping for a quick solution (I really needed this, because I had already written two stories in my special notebook with an average pen, which was OK, but didn’t feel that special and could possibly damage my future writing skills). They offered me a lot of refills with a pointy end looking like this:...