It was some Italian bank holiday.

Worked on my grant proposal.

Wrote several postcards.

Ate lentils and toast, watched Better Call Saul, sent the proposal draft to David Dirks.

Messaged Christian about daily stuff and tru love.

Messaged Noah about fighting Fabrica’s social media team, then chatted about VR raves.

Messaged Fabrica about their errors.

(they posted my interview, omitted the part in “what I miss of home” where I mentioned there only being two genders in Italy, and mis-gendered me when I had clearly specified the language they should use – pretty ironic really, backs up my original point).

Messaged Kamille about not coming to Berlin this month.

Went to sleep. Had a little insomnia.