If I cry while stretching my back, ignore that. It hurts to think that this family keeps on giving voice to their bodys ("I can't carry that. This is overload. I'm breaking my back like this.") but maybe they're right. No, say these tears, no, and I'm not sad or crushed or even afraid, I'm angry. Sobbing angrily, damn it all, when did I start to ( Read more... )

The student fees are here. Next January I'll have to come up with 500 Euro for the following semester. 500 Euro is the amount of money I live a month on. Including rent. So this hurts, this hurts very bad ( Read more... )