Well, I'm sitting here listening to the CDs I bought in Kosovo (I'm sure all IPR were respected despite the fact that they cost a euro and a half each, though I didn't interrogate the nice man in the shop who spoke German with such a very strong Swiss accent on this point), and trying as so often to persuade U to fall asleep on my lap.
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my weekend )
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Go on then, what is the story about Åland?
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