My Tamako, my Sookee

- The app told me that I’ve already acquired 20% linguistic knowledge of the Swedish language (while I’m perfectly aware of how inflated that number is, I can’t seem to fight the rush of satisfaction it is giving me);

- I’ve finally managed to save some time to seat at the piano bench, my most darling anxiolytic (45min straight, to be precise) and study Haydn’s Partita in B-flat major, Hob.XVI:2;

- I’ve started to study History of Cultures and Arts again;

- I am strangely stable: drinking my Mariage Frères’s Thé sur le Nil, come sempre, and listening to Zimermans’s Chopin while writing my thesis and a paper;

- I’ve read a couple of pages of ¡Tierra, Tierra! by Sándor Márai;