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I admit that the last posting might not have been the most inteligent. But I promisse to make up for that in the next one. I already have a title for it - "Unlimited opportunitites"... so stay tuned.

In the mean time just a short note about my last week's adventure. On monday morning I finally got an american sim card (if you have sent me any messages to my czech numeber during last week I haven't gotten them), then had a job interview at noon in Oakland and meeting at the university at 2 pm, and at 5 I was already sitting in a car heading north - to Seattle - to visit my Tunisian friend Zied and generally to have some fun after I've spent the whole springbreak programming. Seattle is far and it took us a day and half to get there, but it is definitelly worth it.

...and now I am so sleepy that you will have to wait for the rest of the story until tomorrow

good night

Ok, so the "until tomorrow" lasted a two weeks, sorry about that. Although it doesn't seem someone actually reads this so it probably doesn't matter too much.

Anyway, Seatttle is a wonderfull city. I volunteered at the World Rythm Festival, took Underground tour, stayed in the University district and explored the campus of the University of Washington a little bit, walked through the Public Market with almost a whole floor filled with stands selling tulips and climbed the hill Queen Anne quarter is on to see the city form above without having to go up the Space Needle and met with Tammy form the Crooked Trails and agreed on making an online auction for them. And I still didn't manage to see and do everything I wanted - like the Seattle Art Museum, taking a ferry to one of the surrounding islands or exploring some of the city parks, not even mentioning the nearby mountains I could visit if I could drive (by the way I found my driving licence last week, so maybe...)

I have to go back there sometime ... to do everythig I missed and to see Zied, Zeynep, Philip, Robert and others again.

It was an awesome week.

Traumas from childhood

When I was a kid I had a grandfather who was a professional truck driver. When he retired, he bought an ochre Skoda 120 and was "on the road" all the time - with me on the back seat. He was a wonderfull driver, great guy and I loved him a lot. He died when I was ten, but I still miss him.

I never became an awesome driver (eventhough I eventually got my licence after being failed once at the driving exam for stopping too far ahead of a stop sign) but I could be professional passenger ... and navigator - give me a destination and map/internet connection and I'll get you there. Also when I was a teenager I could have almost been a professional hitchhiker ... the number of miles I have traveled like that would for sure count in thousands. But what is more serious is that I tend to have a crush on guys who drive something. Of course I think a perfect man has to be tolerant, educated, cute ...bla, bla, bla ... but appart from all that he has to be a good driver.

So Sigmund Freud, what do you think?