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Home. Sweet home, before I leave it in five days to Melbourne. A rotten peach is on the table. Six countries and nine cities were too much for us.

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made confessions in a portable confession booth in Florence. All light I am going to heaven now.

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I will leave Vienna tomorrow morning to Venice. Paris, Amsterdam, Berlin, a lot to remember. Reality has issues with ink and paper.

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Zurich is typically swiss. It is hard not to sit for an hour on stone ridges of the platz around Lindenhof and watching the city. The lake is peaceful.