Domík - 5

Domík will be five tomorrow. We had all day celebration with granddaddy and with friends.
And I am leaving for ten days tomorrow morning. I am going to Mohuč, Mainz, Magonza, I am not sure what I will be doing there and what language I want to speak to the old heavy historians there. Maybe it will be fun. But I doubt it. I cannot believe I will be in Germany tomorrow, and without my little boy on top of it. Bye bye.

Pink clouds are melancholic

This was the sky yesterday evening.
Now, a kid crying downstairs, I am missing mine. I am going to get him at kindergarten soon. He is there, every day, happy, running, playing, I am surprised he is still happy to play at home alone. I am planning my trip to Mainz. It is a study trip and that does not make me really outraged. Again, I wll be missing my little guy, and the bigger guy, too. I wish I could make a detour down to Bologna, or at least down to the first Italian town, to evoke the memories of my real student time. Well, it will not happen. I mean this time.