There's no easy way to put this, but I don't think I'm coming to the gig(s) anymore.
One week is nothing for the anger of this volcano. I'm afraid this is not a thing that can change within days, so I'm kissing goodbye all my hopes and dreams that were suuposed to happen in a week.
It's not only about the weak posibilities of getting there, but there are also other things on risk: our lives, money, job, health. That's too much I'm afraid. I'm usually the most positive and optimistic person, but I just can't keep up with this.
I don't understand why it has to be this way, but it just is. I'm so sad because I was so happy about returning to Paris and now it won't happen.
It really doesn't make me feel any better that I'm not the only one in this situation...for the moment I will have to get used to the idea that my dreams are spread among the mineral and dust particles across the Europe sky.
In tears,
Bianca