My brain's time: totally fucked!

No English-speaking countries and no Portuguese speakers except for some folks from East Timor. No friends at all. 10-hour jet-lag. 10 days.

No tears apart from mine. No "save tonight", no "love me two times" and no "baby, I hate to go". Just "leaving on a jet plane" and "I do know when I'll be back again".

No "fear of the dark" but, more then ever, "I am the man who walks alone".

Wish me luck. I'll do my best.