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I had a great night with the Austrians. They’re what the Germans would call Lebenskünstler (life-artists?), a term that I found had romantic, lone-wolfish connotations among my friends in Berlin, but which is used with a bit of a deprecative tone by the Swiss. The Swiss like to have plans, whereas people in Berlin are usually content to float down the river and enjoy the ride. Na ja.

I just found out that I have the day off tomorrow for Typhoon Fung-wong (Chinese for ‘phoenix’). It should be a window-cracking, cat-flinging, hair-tousling rip-roarer of a day. The last typhoon, Kalmaegi, just seemed like a heavy rainstorm, so hear me now Fung-wong: I demand satisfaction.