So, I lost my job. According to my boss, I was not fired, but "let go" on the account that he did not believe that I was happy in the job. That is the official reason, people.

Thomas is translating my CV and letter of application into German to try to get me some new interviews. But at the moment I am really mad.

On other accounts, my home is wonderful and I had the time needed to paint the walls and mount the furniture now that I am unemployed. Of course, the fear of being kicked out of the country is a bit panicking, but I have been handling it as I can...

When we came the last time from Dresden, Europcar did not want to rent the car to me on the very last moment. We had to bother a friend to rent the car for us, which means we had to carry a third person with us, meaning half the boxes were left in Dresden. Of course, my dear parents in law, which are coming to spy visit us this month made a scene when we asked them to bring 3 boxes...

Oh life is super...

I found my Chicken Flight drawing book and bought myself a pen to restart with it. Hope I make someone happy.