Guus Bosman

It's a very easy day today. In the morning (after sleeping in till 10:30) I started with reading the paper, and then we played Steden & Ridders. In the afternoon I spent some time on my Bulgarian. It has been a long time since I've really studied the language. Especially my knowledge of the grammar is a bit shaky.

Now we've just played the 4th game of this weekend. It was more difficult than the previous one, but I won again, hah. This implies of course that more games will played.

This morning I went to Schiphol, to say goodbye to Sasha. But for a very nice reason: she's going to the World Bank again.

She'll work there as a Short Term Consultant, starting this Monday. It's a different project than the previous time, this one deals with the effectivity of certain types of financial aid to countries. The work she will do there can probably at the same time count as an internship for her graduation. She'll stay longer than the previous time -- I'll go and visit her in a few weeks.

We had a nice (Bulgarian) evening. Bulgaria's soccer team won with 3-0 of Andorra, and is still first in their group. I think that means that they'll certainly go to Portugal for the European Cup next summer. Let's see if the Dutch team will also play well tonight.

We had shopska, rakia and pursholka... delicious.

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