Today I saw a dead piglet on the motorway.
It was so small.
Yesterday I wanted to
- leave work early, to be at home at 5pm.
- drive back to Bingen to arrange things at railwaystation, post office & bank and to tank
- check email and try to reach grashopper via skype - she should be back from Barcelona
- spend the rest of the evening with Silvio (I was looking
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