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Home Away From Home

As you are reading this, I'm on a two and a half hour train ride to Salzburg -and praise God and almighty heaven, they actually have Wi-Fi here in mountainhellhole- the land and home of my other Austrian half. Last night, I slept for three whole hours after weeks of deadlines and only sleeping 6 whole hours per night, so I cannot assure that my mumbling today is one of the intelligent and poetic kind. I'm just darn fucking tired. After the first plane ride at 9 this morning, we arrived at Frankfurt airport. And what better way to kill the...

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