Battling and loudly complaining about an inflammation of a salivary gland, I lost what little colour I had managed to gain under Zurich's april sun and became almost translucent over the holidays. On Easter Monday I finally took retaliatory action and devoured a total of seven smoked ham dumplings over the course of the day leaving only one meagre dumpling to be sacrificed to Fertilicius, the god of compost.
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