My back is covered by sweat. By telling Bart that I could ride home within 25 minutes putted a lot of pressure on my shoulders. I managed it to do so one time, but actually from the most South point of Helsinki it is impossible. However, I tried hard and managed to be back in 35 minutes. I needed to cycle fast, because it is freezing. Car windows, puddles and the sea bridge are covered by ice. One wrong movement and I could slip, break my neck and die. Luckily I'm Dutch and immune for this kind of situations. Eventually we're born on a bike. My blood shows more comparisons with Jenever than it does with water. So I don't have to be afraid that my blood gets frozen.
But now........ now it's time to sleep. Tonight I've concluded that some Spanish people talk as if they got frog's tongs. Some Spanish people like to sing and some Spanish people like to crawl underneath their desk after some vodka.
Cheers!
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