every day is the same repetition. grey morning, cup of tea, thoughtful look in the window. these hours i spend mostly one-by-one with myself and a bit with the flat. i like this calmness and silence and my plans in the head. nice slow beginning of a new day.

yesterday i was naugty a bit. didn't listen to my inner-voice... but the menu was pretty borring, but has a frame composition.
morning. we had a real breakfast, you know, sitting together, each with his plate and cup, talking about smth important, ecological problems in the world, different menatlity, changes in the world power points. this good old traditions. so from me a couple of ricepaper-rolls: with sprouts, tofu, tomatos, some soyasauce, some limejuice, some peanuts. in the end piece of bread with raisens.
than my cousin came and we went to sushi-place. na-ni-wa was closed, so we went to kiku-sushi, where they have this funny bar-track with moving plates on it... so i had four plates in the end, it means about twelve rolls with avocado and two sweet tofy-bags with rice. i was proud, that i didn't eat the fish... good that i could put more attention on talking now)
than we came to geldern together, visited his parents, where i ate some of dried pear and plums, than we had a long walk and i didn't feel my fingers afterwards, but in the end we visited my granny and i ate two mandarins there. the weather was horrible, it was nice to sit in the warm and shining train and very hard than to jump out into the dark cold rain at hbf, where so many strange people are. 
when i came home, i was freezing, i was hungry, so i made three ricepaper-rolls: sprouts, tofu, dried tomatos, fresh tomatos, limejuice, soyasauce... my friend is joking already, that it seems, it's my favourite food now... but it's just so easy to make. and in the end, i became totally weak and ate two pieces of bread with raisens... just before going to bed. not good.