I was just going out on my bike to the village shop when the army started rolling by - tanks, jeeps, gun carriers and other assorted vehicles. I waited for them all to pass before venturing out into the road. By the time I got to the village, the vehicles had blocked all the streets. Not surprising really as one tank fills both sides of a road. Cars and trucks were beginning to fill the roads behind and I did wonder whether the truck or the tank would have to back up. I also wondered what they were doing there but not enough to stop myself weaving through the assorted vehicles to get to the shop. The village shop has a five person rule , which was clearly being totally ignored as it was packed with army personnel - buying bread. Well Napoleon did say 'an army marches on its stomach.'
This morning, with my head full of things I still have to do, I got on the tram and forgot to scan my ticket. The inspector got on 2 stops later and said I had to pay 45€ for this lapse. Why can't I scan it now? a reasonable question in my opinion, was met with scorn, so I paid up. On the tram back from the hospital there she was again and checked my ticket with glee. While she was doing that a young man got on, sat down and did not show any sign of even having a ticket, let alone scanning one. The inspector passed him by without a second glance. Today is the last day for packing and organising. Tomorrow the removal company will arrive at 6am to take it all away and put it in storage. Tomorrow night I will sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor and Thursday I go to the hospital to be nuked for the last time. The sleeping bag is the one that saved me from hypothermia when a friend and I were lost for ...
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