I am getting more and more scared and more and more stressed. I’ll pick up the car on my way to Vilde’s, in which there are six banana boxes, which should be enough for me and all my crap. I’m aiming at moving Saturday afternoon-ish, before which I need to pack everything sort of intelligently, get it in the car and clean out my room.

I need to order a hotel room in Damascus.

There’s only one week left of my work. Ahhh. Much as it is boring, it means I’m not on my own in a city of four million, which is good, in my opinion.