Sometimes I am a tourist. Here is the palace, my modest version of it.
My further plans for the weedend:
Dinner at 8 with a woman and a man from the US, a man from Australia, and me from Germany. The scene is international. That is great.
Saturday: Lunch with K.
Sunday: Birthday party at the Southern Star Hotel.
It is possible to be rather busy here.
And I am looking forward to my self-practice on Saturday and Sunday. I am longing for it. Finally I will be able to listen to my breath and only to my breath. Ah.