硝烟的神奇味道。
被众人描述的哥本哈根焰火大暴走没有发生；一切乱中有序的进行。2008年毫无意外的悄悄降临了。
有些人雀跃，有些人唏嘘。我说，欢迎改变，改变2007的胡闹。

I am more than ready for it, I truly believe.

哥本哈根的冬天，空气湿润。几乎漫长的曝光时间让我有机会慢慢品味街道的昏暗和路人的稀少，让我记起了久违的清爽。
全因无知，我先前错怪了丹麦；这个不算北国的北国，散发着童话气质的小岛，不飞雪。踩不到脚下的吱吱呀呀，我有些提不起精神。四点便黑沉下来的天空，有点孤独。
晚安，哥本哈根。

渐渐对自己半冲动的寒假旅程怀疑起来。
不是英国，因为签证手续的繁复；不是黑山，因为我爸的存在；不是西西里，因为黑手党的复兴；所以丹麦。放弃了和好友们的聚会把新年留给了丹麦，因为想体验不一样的北欧节日风情。博物馆，名胜，坐火车四处逛逛，在雪中晒晒太阳，简简单单。然后，Kane开始写企划书了。
兴致全无。你永远体会不了旅行的意义，我们似乎这样告诫过他。便没再说什么；毕竟寄人篱下。可安静下来之后，我也问自己：意义是什么？
也许是迷恋记录景色；也许是享受途中旅程。曾经认为我需要隐居的生活，后来再想想，一直活在路上岂不是更好；大概我真的有成为背包客的潜质。可我注定是个恋家的人。今天Damjan告诉我说，等我从丹麦辗转到斯洛文尼亚的时候，散居在世界各地的好友们也都要陆续回去了，几乎让我有改机票的冲动。
我真的需要北欧风光吗？还是需要被雪球冻僵的双手。又或者是舟车劳顿。其实初衷就是要解脱，不是吗。不喜欢坐飞机是因为要提前预订，不喜欢旅行团是因为不能走走停停，不喜欢熟人不喜欢应酬不喜欢被招待。一切一切都是幌子。
只不过是离开的感觉。也许陈绮贞一直都是对的。

To become a backpacker is always part of my idealized life style. And I know I will never make one for being a lazy stubborn self-conscious nerd. But still I love to travel. Chance is, I will never get to fooling around again; so I'm taking it.
The trip to Denmark is one of those foreseeable, eh, awkward events. Apparently the effects started before the trip already. What can I say, I'm the guest. People regret, I do more so, even though I still will gladly leave this city just for anything.
But the problem is not here. What confused me was that, the word "travel", like "旅行" in chinese, means exactly "going from A to B", nothing more. How can I explain the freedom in between, the wild yet delicate pieces of time and space that go by during the movement from A to B? I can't find better words. So for Kane a trip is to be planned and executed down to the second, and as painful as the trip is, there is no way to proof he's wrong. Because to accomplish "travel" you only need to get there; how you get there or in what shape is not in the discription. Maybe for so many years the passage in between didn't matter, people simply forgot how to call it. Part of why we are all living in a rush nowadays.
No wonder he won't tell her the meaning of travel. But the postcard is a good one; close, too.

我还是有一些TopGun情结的。

其实看到这部电影时，书桌下的<航空知识>已经厚厚的一摞积攒起灰尘。从头到尾我指出每一个气体力学的错误，整部电影全无高潮。
并没有影响到我对飞行机器的热爱。每次坐飞机我都会要求靠窗的座位，在起飞和降落的十几分钟观察机翼上每一个小机关伸展收缩。后来我才意识到窗口座位的不便，十分钟的小高兴换得十小时的大不爽。甚至我还曾经梦想成为一名空军飞行员，那时的视力还是值得炫耀的5.3。
然后，此时此地我在这里念旧。很多激情都是离开后回想起来才会不舍。比如说，搬出方庄时留在墙角的一个纸盒，装满了战斗机模型。偶尔会想，会不会有人从中检出一两架，擦拭干净陈列在屋里。
是我想太多。

But what occured to me was that your inner child will die if you don't let it out from time to time. Even it's unlikely for a senior office staff to go paintballing, there are things deep down in us that push the buttoms.
I remember a coversation with Clara when she was still in her band and I was still in, well, Slovenia. We were talking about the prospect of the band, she said it will disband sooner or later, while I thought it'd be great to keep on playing. Now I can say that I wasn't thinking straight and, she was right about the inevitability of the band sidetracking their studies, but at that time I was almost angry.
Because I was jealous of her having such a colorful life, while I could've done the same to mine (for one, I know I had the chance in joining a band). In the back of my mind I know, and counted the huge amount of things I've surrendered to the most random incidents and people. And I hate those moment when I realise how easy it was to hold on and, how different it should have been. And the worst of all, I can't stop redoing it; I've done it so many times before.
What a loser, come to think of it.
Everyone lives he's pathetic little life, only some do it with passion. I hoped to be one of those, and still don't want to know how it's gonna turn out.

下着冬雨的城市只会嘲笑我的无力，灰蒙蒙的低气压让人喘不过气。不想出门，不想工作。我需要离开这里，需要旅行，需要北欧冰冷的空气。还有一个月，再忍一忍就好了。
可是，身体还在坚持，心却累了...

The city had me. The winter rain, the blurry sky, made me hide in bed avoiding the outside. I can't focus, can't work, can't pass video games, can't watch through a movie.
I know what I need: getting out of here. I need to get on the travel, I need fresh air and fresh sight.
I thought it won't be too hard to wait for the coming holidays. While my body is still struggling, my heart has given up.
Save me, please.