Oh that Steven, how did he know it was my birthday? Little morse god t-shirts to follow up on the newsletter, that shiner of apples. If you were wondering what else you could get me: an apartment, a cure to this sore throat, Fendi sunglasses…or, I mean, honestly, just make out a cheque to Doctors without Borders.
Thematic leap: there a few more photos from my last days in Sicilia.
Am now back in the Fatherland, back in Leipzig at Spreadshirt HQ, which moved out and up since I was last here. Photos imminent. Including an answer to the always-present question: do I have what it takes to get into one of those Kolja with the ladies photos?:
Answers, as I say, imminent.
Ami
Dave
Michel
Tobias Huber
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