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URGH! Was that a dull party! We drank a glass of tea with rum and all at once we fully crashed. But today I’m up early again and went to catch some tiny fish with the green net. Couldn’t sleep in because the wind was whistling. The tiny fish are being cooked into a soup and then tossed into risotto. It’s hot today and we’re sitting in the shack counting the waves. Which is really hard to do because they’re always on the move, surging back and forth, taking over one another, and the wind shifts direction and they run, roll, backwards, back out again in the other direction. Suddenly the two swans popped up again and watched us while we ate, begging and hooting in Swanswedish. I’ll go and fed them something, be back in a minute…they don’t want any crisp bread. Stones are hanging in front of me, and by the way stones and rocks are everywhere here, we sit on them, our table is a rock, the sink is out of stone, so too the washing machine. We’re living in the Stone Age. Wolfgang’s drum is also made of stones.

Boring Island  
Boring Island  

Gelitin – that’s 4 friends. All the adventures they had in 30 days on a small island are told in this book. There were animals, hunger, wind...

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