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Back to Boston, back home, which home… Leaving Lisbon and London was very tough, beyond description, coming back to Boston was not so bad. The emptiness of the house yesterday was contrasted by the huge amount of furniture I am selling for Bernardo and it makes me go out of the house to get some space. And then some things never change. I read one case out of four for today, which is a pretty good way to start the year. Then I just read cases from one class to the other but that clearly can not go on. This year, I have classes that get me tired after 10 minutes of trying to follow an insane discussion about stuff that I trust they are speaking in English but I am still not sure. Oh, and even better, this year, I have the phenomena of cold calls irrespectively of how much you speak. I had prevented cold calls for an entire year, by simply speaking frequently in class, but now it seems that does not work as a good strategy anymore. It was my first one but I can figure out not the last, and I was just lucky that I was not asked for any numbers. So this year, no reading cases at 3am after a night out in Rumor. Done deal. Now, back to the 150 emails that await me from the last 3 days since the show on National TV kind of turned my life upside down and I still did not manage to send the newsletter out. All for today!

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