I've been to Sinead O'Connor's concert today, and I'm still too overwhelmed by the experience. One of her songs had been going through my head all day today - the one that she ended up not playing, unfortunately: Feel So Different. I even sang it to Marta a few times during our walk. And now I'm still hearing her voice. I've always wondered what it would feel like to see her live - I imagined it as some sort of a divine presence thing. It felt and still feels more like a date, though. Wonderful. And fragile, because she's not what she used to be. No longer wild. Mother of four kids. Soft. But the voice is still the same. Nineteen years ago, in Tallinn, I listened to her for the first time, then copied all the lyrics from her second album into a notebook - and spent the next few months just reading them, until my father brought me two tapes of her from Krakow. It is overwhelming to realize that I've finally made it to her concert. I feel so happy. I now need to see Tori Amos live, too, but I'd like to postpone that for as long as possible - because when I do see her, I'll probably feel fully grown up then, with two of my teenage dreams that I still feel as strongly about a reality - and that's scary.