Today I walked to the village and did a grocery shop, bought a new skiing jacket, and some ingredients for Apfel Strudl and a roast of some Fleish I thought was beef. Walked the five kilometres home, very slowly, the weight of the groceries was mental, and I had to walk through the snow and ice. Found my way home, and as most of you will know, I don't cook, so Alfred mostly made the strudl for me, and I acted as his assistant (well, I did the dishes). We didn't have the roast I was going to prepare, partly because it ended up being turkey, and secondly we went out on an excursion to the local Höhle (cave) open only once a year for visitors. This cave has a story to tell, a man went
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