wanders the port, he hadn't been here before and was now a bit lost...

sits quietly in the garden sipping tea. Today it seemed nice and quiet.

wakes up rubbing his eyes, why did he have such a headache.. And where were his pants?!

running around, still trying to figure out where things were!

woke up and he didn't know where he was, he was now hiding in a park crying in a muddy shirt that was clearly too big.

stands out on his balcony playing his violin again.

out doing some shopping.

patching up a pair of pants that have a hole.

can't help but wonder how Turkey talking to Greece went.

got scratched in the face by Gilbert's cat! Bi