Packing stuff is an unbearable chore. I can face it only if I have the right carrot. A dinner with MeinMann, the house full of cardboard boxes, greasy chicken and Laurent Perrier 2002. Now I can afford to throw away cubic meters of stuff. Easy and lighthearted. Minus 48hrs.
We did the same as we started unpacking in this flat, in 2001. A sort of christening. Rituals are important. Sorry, I’m writing nonsense. Actually, I might be quite drunk. Ciao belli!
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