Ten Days at Home

Slowly, very slowly I start to feel home again, although I'm still missing Aberdeen like hell. This week, I started working for university as I have to hand in a long essay until the end of the month. In between, I start meeting my friends again.



This is me with Regula, a good friend of mine whom I regrettably don't see very often. She is very busy, as she is working as a gardener, playing the cello in different orchestras and travelling around visiting her friends a lot. Well, she found time for me last Saturday and so I went to have breakfast with her and her grandmother, which was very nice, and then we went to a harlequin festival. But, as typical for Regula, she had very little time as she had to play cello at a marriage. So we only got to see a very few artists, but they were nice anyway.



The worst thing since I arrived home is that the magazine whose main editor I was has come to an abrupt end. The publisher had a big computer crash and neither has the money nor the energy to rebuild everything. We are quite mad at him but there is nothing we can do. At the moment, I am trying to organise a meeting for discussing a possible new project. I really hope it's going to work!



Well, the only triumph I had the last days is that I managed to make a really good pizza with a good, almost Italian pizza dough. It's not really important, but I really couldn't find another picture to finish this post! J