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Bad intent, good intent

A little while ago I accidentally hurt a wise man. My mouth was faster than my brain. Before I could stop, I had uttered words that were not supposed to be uttered. I excused myself stating that I had no bad intent. That it was an accident. That I meant well. That I was sorry. […]

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Too warm, too busy, too many excuses

Too warm. I like summer. The heatwave hits Europe. And I admit that I now understand the siesta culture in hot countries. I do not want to admit it. Even to myself. I do not want to join in the choir of complaints. I love summer. Still my productivity drops. Too warm. Too busy. A […]