Three things went wrong.

The first two happened already on the Tursday so great start. The train had a electric error so it took an hour extra. Which shouldn’t be a problem unless it were for the second problem. One channel in my headphones said bye bye and left. I didn’t know if it were the cord, the headphones or the mp3-player. I hoped it would be the cord otherwise I’d be up shit creek. (Spoil the ending: it was the cord.)

The third thing though, it still makes me a bit nervous. I got a headache on Saturday. I tried all the usual remedies: bottles, pills and sin. Neither worked. Around 22 it was really bad so I went in the cabin to sleep a bit and hope it would disappear. It did, sort of until the shit-covered fan kicked into a higher gear.

I felt sick and I did sick, and then it happened. The worst fucking allergic reaction I’ve ever had in my life. Pure body horror reaction. There were bumps all over the body — all over the body — and there was this itch. Every itch, every scratch brought me closer to the new flesh.

In my bag I found medication from three different makers, just to be sure I took one of each. That worked. Wonders even, there is no trace of the body horror incident except in the memory. And that’s bad enough.