Wanta Fanta

Oh dear sweet Jesus. On the day preceding the representative day of your birth, you bestow upon me the miracle of miracles: the discovery of European Orange Fanta.

I was beautiful. I saw it there, as I was about to leave the store of those scary Russians, glissing in the the sunlight. A single beam of light from the heavens shined upon it and in all it's glory I felt the hand of God upon my heart.

Bringing me back to thoughts of Munich, Salzburg, Prague, Vienna... such good times. Such glorious times in which I consumed little more than the occasional sausage and an obscene amount of the wonderful liquid.

It's been 2 long.... very long years.
Give praise to the Lord Almighty for he has not forsaken me in times of hardship!