I had a really nice weekend. I went salsa dancing (albeit I did nothing more than shuffle as inconspicuously as possible) and I went ice-skating. On the way back from Koln I was forced to cross the railway tracks. This goes against everything I ever learned growing up. I tried to protest, but in the end, I suppose that nobody cares what I say.
Coaching Academics?
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