London, Angel, The power or forgotten emotions

I've got no pictures to share with you, but I've got something else. My shortcut considerations. Since the egg-fight on Thursday my inner self-defense system was weakened. So with a little help of my sick brother, widen opened window at night and the nightlife I'received a cold. Today I ma spending the whole afternoon in my bed sleeping, half sleeping and watching "Man on Fire". If not my cold I have not remembered how it feels to be really touched. Funny to say but I'm a man but I was crying every 15 minutes. Crying or having tears in my eyes is it the same? I can't hide my easteuropean, sentimental soul. haha. I remember when I was a kid I was crying when the old cars crashed, thinking that people were dying in them:) I'm a bit weird I cried not only because I've seen a lonely hurted man but also by seeing colorful streets of Mexico, listening to the Latin soundtrack, tracking the sound of Spanish language, thinking about violence, thinking about my future trips. On Thursday I was filled with anger, yesterday with laughter, today I am touched. The only feeling I can't remember is love. Love between man and woman. Maybe I need to watch another movie about love. Have you got any ideas? Please don't recommend me any boring, black and white European pseudo artistic movies. I don't mind to see something similar to Samotari, Amelia or Love Actually.