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In a hour and a bit the bus for Sofia is leaving. I can’t wait to get back in the dirty Sofia, with the net, the company of sick minds, the non-stop pubs and the pile of jobs…
(note: be careful with the drinking, down there it’s a lot worse to be drunk)

The vacation was good, in the end I had what to do (whitewashing the trees in the garden, they said that there were 40 of them, but it seemed less to me), for the next time I have an arrangement with the uncle to have a list of tasks to do…

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