I've reached that time again, the time of lasts (the last class on a Thursday, the last time I'll be stuck in work till half past six) and goodbyes, the time of moving on. To Spain, perhaps. Or Germany. Or - who knows? - Libya or Italy or any of a dozen other places. For now, all I'm sure about is where I
won't be, and that two weeks tomorrow I'll be back in England, getting up late, drinking warm beer, shivering in the damp.
beer's cold over here but if shivering in the damp is what you're after - Berlin's the place (heard Spain - or a tleast Barcelona - is not much better at the moment...)
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