Friday, October 16, 2009
I could sleep until about 6 and read until 8:30. Went out to the beach but turned back. It was raining. We went again to make a telephone call to you. I read, wrote some e-mails to you and Joe Ben-David. Camille vacuum-cleaned the house, packed up. On our way I invited her for another great hamburger in that old pub.
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