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We visited the open market in the street with no name. The Theater of Dreams where the Red Devils play. The Bar that is always in the rain. The underground Temple in the middle of a street. The place that … Continue reading
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Oh yes, today, food was had. This is probably the first time I have ever felt like I cooked something. Not warmed, not microwaved, but COOKED. Tore the package of the chicken with my bare hands, removed the RAW FLESH, … Continue reading
Well, was today a full day or what! Maria arrived at noon, I picked her up at the train station and we had coffee. Then we went home to leave her stuff, and on the way we picked some stuff … Continue reading
Today I cooked. Well, heated a can of beans. I know how it looks to anyone who can make anything more complicated than a sandwich, but I felt like I was a Master Chef. And the cleanup was relatively easy … Continue reading
It is raining as I type this. I am sitting on my desk, in my new house. In Manchester. The trip was way less trouble than I thought it would be (I sure hope that sets the tone for the … Continue reading