We moved once more. It was awful. The temperature is horrible. It has dropped another million degrees. In the very early morning hours, we sent the scouters out. We weren't expecting to move today. Angelo spoke to me. He told me about the way that the seas looked in Italy. That's the only thing I managed to catch. To be completely honest, I wasn't paying much attention. I have too much on my mind. I am tired. All I want to do is go home to France. Lawrence and Yuri told me I should lighten up. I don't think so. Maybe everyone else should start getting serious.

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  Maybe I'm the only sane one here.