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I write this, still feeling all the muscles in my legs. I didn’t know I had that many. But how amazing was this hiking weekend. Hard and definitely sweaty, but very fulfilling.

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When my international friends in The Netherlands used to ask me how my Macedonian was, I always replied by saying: “Well, it’s better than your Dutch!” I kind of knew it was true, but I could never be sure. Until now.

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Every time I read the word coffee or see a cup of coffee on the television, I get a coffee-crave. And not for the cappuccino I usually drink, but for the actual black filter coffee. The real deal.

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When I was in The Netherlands a few weeks ago, I saw the book ‘The Man Who Broke into Auschwitz’, as well as the Dutch translation ‘De man die naar Auschwitz wilde’, written by Denis Avey. Of course I was very interested, I will never forget those history classes, so I picked up both books.

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We wake up at nine and get ready for a day of biking. We are going to do the route to the cross again, but now the other way around. My hopes are high.

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