Yah mon!

I just finished a paper about migration and you know what? I'm proud of it. It was fun to write and it was quite interesting to read and yes, of course I will translate it for you. I can't do it now though, would be a shame if they found it here and thought I just copied the whole thing, so I'm waiting a week or two before I translate it.

This feels good. Mentally. Or maybe I'm just too tired to actually feel bad about anything.

My dad turns 60 today. 60! It's just insane. My mom turned 60 two years ago and then I sent her (and my sister) on a one-week-trip to Mallorca. That won't work on my dad though. He'd enjoy it, but not really in the same way. So I've been thinking quite a lot on what to actually give him. You know, my dad is the kind of guy who wants a book or a sweater or you know, boring stuff. So to figure out what he actually wants but doesn't realise he want is quite hard. A few months ago it hit me though - my dad like sports. A lot. I think he gave that gene to my sister, because personally I don't really care. Except for championships - now there's a whole other story. Anyway, my dad loves football. And in my family we used to travel a lot when me and my sister were kids. So I figured - why not give him the opportunity to see a game in a European country of his choice? Quite good, huh? I know, I'm amazed myself. He's seen a high-risk-game in Italy once years ago and I know he really liked it so I can't wait to see his face. Although we haven't actually gotten the trip yet - it's a) too cold and b) his choice - not to mention c) since I'll send my sister with him I need the money first, haha.

Why do I smell liqorice in here?