As I was preparing my backpack for the London trip I stumbled across two short stories I had written back in 2003, and they were as good as what I write now, maybe even better, I was in a zone when I wrote them
So I went to Cardiff (wales) on my second day in london, it rained like hell that day, and I discovered that the water seeped through my backpack and ruined my manuscripts.
And now they are gone, forever
I was almost too devastated to chat up the two Lebanese girls on the bus ride back :)
I remained devastated for about 24 hours
Then I met Marwa (soft music plays in the background)