I got a bit burned out writing these notes, which my sister warned me about — she always gets stuck halfway through herself. Well, I do have some stubbornness in me, so one way or another, I'll keep going. For a change of pace — a post with no pictures.
After Medieval Times we went back to Madison, where we were staying at Lena's. Since she's craving my impressions, she'll have to sacrifice some privacy. If anyone is unaware, privacy is a person's private life, a very important thing in the US and even more so in Europe. In the sense that the state and other people should know as little about you as possible. While you might still be able to somehow hide from certain people and companies that you suffer from bedwetting and buy Viagra in massive quantities, the government and megacorporations know literally everything about you. And any black guy working as an operator for minimum wage can see these facts and have a good laugh with his family and friends over your little sins.
So it won't be a big deal if I spill some beans here. Lena lives in an apartment, that is, a rented flat. If anyone hasn't heard the cliché "one-story America" yet, now is the perfect time. The majority of Americans live in one-story or two-story houses, not apartment buildings at all. This is probably only possible because everyone has a car, and gas [used to be] cheap. Lena's building is part of a two-story residential complex, shaped somewhat like the letter U, or maybe an L.
Inside the letter there's a huge green lawn, and right in the center is a shared pool, access to which is included in the rent. An oval swimming vessel (I'm just too lazy to look for a synonym) is really cool if it's long enough to haul ass back and forth doing the crawl. This link was inserted by demand of the hypertext police, who insist that every hypertext must have hyperlinks, otherwise it's not the Web 2.0 internet, but boring old-school media. But you can only read the first paragraph, because it's the only one of them all that's actually interesting.
