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Anything to report from these last six weeks?
Just to say that the new food for thought is cooking (sometimes boiling) in my fragmented brain.
But, spectacularly, the contravocitos continue their very easy entry into a foreign systems without signs of particular effort or strain. Yesterday climing up on in-door walls, today a visit to the museum of fine arts (some protests here, given the choice).
I have some doubt on the relative interest of routine (yes, so soon, so present) invading the new existance, or keeping up with the exceptionality (much more work!).