Saturday, October 25, 2008

By three o'clock things were looking up: the airconditioner was in place and working albeit looking rather conspicuous on my mud walls which will remain unpainted this time. Oh, what the hell, it is what it is, an airconditioner. I am not about to pretend that it doesn't exist and start hiding it behind a Dogon mask. Finally Igor started to sweep up...


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