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I am officially back in Eindhoven now.

Hamburg had a downstairsneighbour to wave at.
Here in Eindhoven I look out on an empty field. This morning a little boy was suddenly standing there on his own, in the middle of the emptyness. I waved at him. He, too, was waving. Not at me, though. He waved a stick at invisible monsters. I think he slayed pretty much all of them.