Work on January 2. The guard at the entrance is obviously swirling, the smell in the CPC room is such that you want to eat.

I go out. The security guard is trying to check my pass, but it’s very stormy. I observe the acrobatic ethud "to get up from the board without getting up from the board". Then the sick voice tragically pronounces: "Okay, pass. What a fool will go here on holiday if it doesn’t work!".