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Das Verschwinden des Josef
Mengele

by Olivier Guez

17853 days until until long birthday weekend. oh no
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Monday

16

November

2015

Tea Time, Now!

Something was wrong with my webserver yesterday. You couldnt write to the disk, which means it didnt save one thing and for sure not my blogentry. But it is published now and you can read it here, sorry about that.

Just got back from Usi-swimming. It was fantastic! Really exhausting, but fantastic! I feel 100% better now. Work was so exhausting and towards the end of delivering mail I was fighting falling asleep, yes, that job is a extremly tiring, but I feel so much better now. Swimming makes it possible.

And something I spotted today… when Emma sits on my brothers lap, her paws look like bat”feet”. Isnt that cute?



Cinder is SO very good! I was so mad that I had to go to bed yesterday, I didnt want to put it away! I recommend it if you are into fantasy, which I am not really, but I still love it, so creative! I will order the next couple of books in a bit.

I am so glad I only have to work 2 more days than this week is finished. There are so many packages every day, not even funny!

So much for today. Off to drink some tea now. And a snack. Until tomorrow, I will be back!



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