Day 1

I am. I am German. I am an a lived here before. But i had left. No i am back home i guess. I pucked in the plane. Fucking Sandwich. Some wiered green shit on it. Again i dont know. Dont know what it was, i guess it made me vomet.

I am laying in bed now. My bed. My new bed, american bed. My bed ?
3 blankets, 4 pillows, a stuffeda animal and me. Just me. But who am i ? I know who the stuffed animal is. His name is Fred.
Because a boy gave it to me. A boy named Fred. He is not here.Not in my bed, not in America.
We had pizza. Pepperoni pizza.
She didnt she had ceriel. She is just a couple months old. Its their baby. their house. there room. their bed, which i am sleeping in. dose that make me theires too ?

i need a cigarette. i need the taste, i like the taste.
not allowed to smoke in their house. but outside. i am too lazy to get up now.
i will sleep. like on the plane. in their bed, now. in my new bed.my american bed.