The decision to force movement fell last night, and a telephone call was made. The call was accepted, and the journey to the town at the river junction of the Danube and its tributary will be made today. Hopefully there will be pictures to show for it. The evening was spent in an Italian restaurant eating bread and olives and drinking beer. Everyone else drank wine, but that is up to each individual person.
Awaken at six in the morning and have a shower, being all ready to go.
Perhaps this is the end of the depressed indolence of the last few days.
It is now seven in the morning, and there is the sound of coughing in the background, Somebody is unwell.
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