These are the days I hardly have any memories of. It’s the time of the year when trying to reach anybody is hard. No one knows or cares what time it is, or what day.

After the last couple of days, I feel like I have an idea of what it is like to wait. Mostly impatiently. After the last 8 months, I feel like I have an idea of what it is like to wait. In the beginning extremely impatiently.

For three days we basically lived off watermelon and ice-cream plus lots of water (and some cold beers for the grown-ups). Not the worst diet, I have to admit. And not the healthiest.