…instead of taking the chair lift to the top, I decided to walk up the ski slope just for a little while. On the next bend, I thought, well what the heck, just one more…
at some point, close to the top of the chairlift, after some hundreds of meters of altitude, an elderly lady stopped her skiing, got to me and asked me:
a good day
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I am in the chalet, my refugium mentis, as the Latins called a retreat. I might call it a retreat. A me-time retreat, writing retreat, getting my shit together retreat, …
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Not as Albert Hofmann, but with a maybe similar ease I strolled down towards the port and found a broken bicycle. I so enjoyed a free ride of the city of
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