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The number of the day is twenty-two from a cute, small signalman’s cabin near train station in Kamnik. I often thought of trying to rent the place for a sort of “studio” but never quite got to it. Anyway, it’s still empty. BTW, the house I grew up in has the street number 22, and I just saw that the yellow plastic kitchen pot that I accidentally melted today was also the size 22. So twenty-two it is for today.

As for personal bits, I must admit I simply love planning. I love to make plans, but that does not necessarily mean that I stick to them. What counts is to make a good plan, to sort things out in my head, the rest can almost always be left to the mercy of intervening variables.