Last night ended with the feeling that we we might have escaped with our lives. The Girl, Katia, was a little keen. Very keen infact. Her boyfriend seemed very accommodating. Patient possibly. They didn't understand the concept behind the band when I showed them a video on the internet. There was something that really didn't feel right in that place. Her lank haired boyfriend repeatedly putting his hand to her face in a manner that looked awkwardly like a slow motion slap. She read a love story that he had written in Polish. It was about a woman who had left him for another man. It was about Krakow. A metaphor possibly. Their relationship and her desperation made me feel empty. Sad. Lost.