Hei everybody, Finally I have some time to write something more detailed. I just came back from my vacations in Italy (for the wedding of my sister) and Munich. The weekend with Jean, Stuart, Mathieu and Susi was great. Unfortunately way too short. Stuard arrived Friday evening at 8, Mathieu and Susi at 10 and Jean at 3 o´clock. So we sat down on my terrace, drank beer and waited for the others to arrive. We had some good food and enjoyed the warm south. Stuart had to leave Saturday morning and Susi at noon. Mathieu, Jean and me left afterwards for a cabin in the Cevennes (thanx Lukas for finding it…). Since we were very comfortable and wanted to enjoy the evening, we decided to prepare a traditional French food. We ate from 6 pm to midnight. Fois gras, steak, tomates à la provencale etc. we had a great time. During the next week, I went with some people from the university for a trip in a cave in the Cevennes. When I came to the meeting point, the guy who guided us told me, that I am maybe too fat (I lost 6 kilo since I am in France) because there are some very small passages. So I told him that I gonne show him who’s the fat guy and off we went. Everything started easy. Sometimes we were walking sometimes crawling. Small passages came and I proudly passed each of them. After some kilometers the guide told us that we got to the smallest passage. The passage was about 30 cm high and about 3 to 4 meters long. Once passed, there is no point of return. I went first, because, if the fat guy doesn´t make it, everybody has to turn around and go back to the exit. So there was quite a pressure on me. Lying on my back, I started to enter into the crack. Soon I felt my back and belly touching stone. I had to take off my helmet since it was too big and passed only sideways. I handled the first meter without any problem, laying with my head on the rock and touching the other side with my nose. Courageous I continued the passage until I suddenly felt my ass stuck on an edge. Being stuck like this I passed quite a while. No back up no getting further. Every belly dancer would be impressed of the movements of my hips trying to pass the edge. Until suddenly I started to move and after some meters I was standing in a new cave in the water and the journey continued. That was a great trip. Yesterday I was in Montpellier in a real bad country disco. I felt like a “dorftrottel” to take the car for an hour to go to a party. So anyways, we listened to bad music and danced like crazy. Very funny. Now I it’s getting serious. I will start to prepare my exams and projects. But since it starts raining that’s not too bad. See you soon