The roof garden atop Vivo, is really quite the concrete sanctuary when its not packed. My two favourite spots: One that looks to the oblonged snowman, and the other, right at the last row of the spectator benches. I haven't been there since the Day of the Flagbearer of Stupidity. The place actually turns me off. There was inertia this time, but nonetheless some fears just need to be laid to rest. It's not some thriving wanderlust that made me go seek the devil. But, really because somebody else wants to go, and doesnt know i've some issues with the place. We went and the cool night wasso incongruent to the inside. For a strange reason, i felt really embarrassed by being right there, in the centre of some old-time joke.

The best part is to deal with whatever issues there may be. The dissonence lasted just for a while. The seat at the benches was alright, i'm just so glad that i've no problems with the place again, and thanks to this, not frazzled in face of hidden fears. Fantastic feeling you know! :)