Have just slappat today. In the sun. With Victor. Milo playing here on the lawn down at the pier. He fishes, he says. With a long, broken stick. "Look mom, dad, milo fish now!", Then he gets tired and lets Santos chew sticks. I have served the child Spaghetti & "meat sauce" today. Otherwise just been here, as I said. I like to just lie here and look up into the sky on all aircraft and guess where they are about. I myself would like only to New York. I hope we get there soon, about two to three years anyway. I'm pretty ibusz tired of beach holidays. Most of it looks the same. Does not matter where you are. But Paris, New York, London, etc.'re anything but the same. Milo has given the order for me to blow bubbles now, so I have to check it out.
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