Well, here I am in my new digs, but it's not like I had a choice given cubic meter restrictions. I was quite happy in my little subterfuge on the border to France, Now thanks to the usual shit storms I'm stuck in the town I never liked much, and for who knows how long. I'm still not settled, no bed set up to sleep on. Wolfgang took a fall and is on crutches, then the doctors found something anomalous with his liver. Next week he's in Hospital getting an MRT. Hell knows what the verdict will be biopsy or not. The odds are certainly not on our side at the moment or if I have to move again. One thing I do know, is I won't trust that guardian they assigned me nor her moving company again.
Some pretty suspicious things going on with that lot.
