Last night I came home around 8.45, was in a meeting until then. I was gonna go straight to bed but as usual I ended up doing some more work. I’m not writing this for you to feel sorry for me or praise me because I know we all do it. But when your dad starts warning you that you work too much and should at least have a weekend a month to rest, then you know it’s serious. I usually never spend a weekend at home, and this one is no exception. BUT, this is not a working weekend instead I get to spend the weekend celebrating Azerina’s birthday with my sistaah, in Stockholm. I also get to see Ilke and Linda, who is in town from Sarajevo. One day I’ll write a post about Linda, my friend from Åland that lives in Sarajevo…

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