The Night Before Leaving
If you don’t hear anything from me in the next week it’s because we’re in Krakow. If you do hear something from me here it’s because there might be wireless LAN access in Krakow. Who knows?
On a completely different note we haven’t heard anything from the real estate agent so far and it’s slowly eating me up. I think I might just wanna lay down and die. But just so you know it’s only been three days and the last mail we got was a copy of the mail she wanted to send to the lawyer. So who knows indeed? This might be a perfectly normal time span and mean nothing at all. Or at least nothing bad. I sure hope so.