I don't know how to describe this exactly, but with me being on one side of the world one moment, then instantly on another side of it the other moment,... well, the day was ending in Hong Kong, but here in Europe it's just beginning. If I spent time in an airplane, I might have gotten some rest, but I was teleported (for a lack of better terms) here. Would "jump-lag" be a proper word to use?

Anyway, at times I didn't even know whether I was seeing things or not. Okay, it wouldn't be the first time I saw things, but this... I mean, shortly after arriving here in Denmark, I stopped by an Octan gas-station, hoping to get myself some food. The station in question was made out of bricks, except that none of them appear to be held together by concrete, or any form of it. And the gas-attendant, as well as (some of) his customers, didn't appear to have fingers on their hands. Instead, each one of them had two... what I can only describe as flaps, on each hand, which they wrap around whatever they want to hold on to. The streets, or the cars, haven't figured out which one, but either one is that small that the cars that drive around here can only hold the driver. And these cars, too, appeared to be made out of some kind of bricks.

Now that I've walked a little further away, I've seen how these bricks are put together. I'm not sure how this is even possible, but apparently, these bricks are made in such a way that they connect to each other like pieces of a puzzle. And once together, they don't easily fall apart. This appeared interesting, though I'm not sure I'd like to live in such a house myself.

I've tried to find a train that would take me to Germany, from which I hope to find my way back home. I found it, but that's not what I'm writing this for. The train in question is quite... unusual, at best. You, the passenger, along with a possible companion (not the case with me), are sitting inside some kind of capsule, which is mounted onto the train's wagon. It appeared nice to be on at first, but now that I'm on it, I'm afraid my capsule will fall off any second. Though I've already been through a whole lot of things so far and survived (usually just barely, once... not so much), I'm not so sure this is any less dangerous than before.

Friday, August 15th 2008:

Somewhere along the way, I fell asleep. Can you blame me? I didn't even count up all the hours that I was awake, with the differences in time (depending on the zone) I wouldn't even know from what hour I'd have to count up. I ended up in Berlin, where I was woken up by the ticket-agents. I couldn't explain them what got me as tired as I was, luckily they didn't care about that. Anyway, they did believe that I ended up here accidentally, so there wasn't much they did.

While looking for a way home, I stumbled in on a leaflet, that asked whether "I", or anyone seeing it, would be interested in going to Romania. I was, some time ago. If you remember, I hoped to go from the States, to Australia, from which I would take a plane to Eastern Europe and find my way back from there. What I forgot to mention, is that I hoped to make it to Romania, which is notorious for many legends, monsters and things the like. Unfortunately, after what I've seen, I have no doubt there actually may be some truth to all those stories, therefor I'm not so sure I still want to go anywhere near Romania. Some courage or sense for adventure I have. I'm beginning to wonder whether those Japanese folks didn't just tell me things.

Afraid of ending up asleep in a train again, and thereby ending up further away from where I was headed, I decided to follow the rest of the way on foot, or through hitch-hiking when necessary. This way, I happen upon a house, completely secluded from all civilisation. That secluded, I wonder if the man living here ever even goes out to meet with people. This man, forgot his full name but his last name's Daninsky, said he finds himself more at peace in this area. If that's how he feels, who am I to question that?

I do believe that I should mention the following, though. Outside his mansion, there's this grave. On it's own, that doesn't mean much, but what if I told you that whoever lies in it is at least seven feet long? Not to mention that there's this electrical generator placed right beside the grave, although Daninsky said he doesn't use any electricity here. If so, then what's that generator doing here? And next to a grave? Does this man try to revive the dead or something? Much like that mad scientist did in the earlier nineteenth century? Frankenstein, I believe his name was. Also, among this man's belongings is an urne. One of those special ones that hold the ashes of a beloved. The urn, however, was marked with the name "Orlock". I'm not sure, but that name for some reason sounded familiar. When I asked Daninsky about it, he said it's the same name of a vampire that once appeared in Berlin. That is, if I believe in that sort of things. There was a strange tone in his voice when he said that, though, almost as if he wanted to look like a skeptic, but is really a believer.

Hoping the man would crack at a point, I decided to bring up other vampire stories that I've heard of, like the one about Dracula, late nine-teenth century. Daninsky refuted that story, however, as he knows that there have been many people, who heard of the legend, who later claimed that name as their own, as they felt that their reign of terror mimicked that of the legendary Dracula. In other words, he was a little like me, aware of many stories, but not much of a believer, until he's seen things. Likely, he too has seen things, but afraid that he won't be believed, he tries to hide it.

Anyway, now I'm in one of the mansion's rooms. I'd try to sleep, but I'm still suffering from "jump-lag", so I have a hard time doing as much. I should note, however, that while Daninsky claims this area to be very quiet, I've heard some very disturbing noises. I don't know how to describe it, except as though there's some kind of monster outside, very close to the mansion.

Another thought crossed my mind. Since there's no electricity, all light I've got so I can write in this journal, is from the full moon. I've seen werewolves before, so is it possible that there may be one nearby? But the only people here are Daninsky and me. Unless Daninsky is the werewolf. Okay, that's crazy talk. Maybe if I check it out, I'll find that there's a reasonable explanation for all this.