Recovery

What a break! Shoulder-breaking load to be retrieved and discarded at neck-breaking speed; a long disconnection from leisurely entertainment and a beautiful prospect to a long vacation from mundanities! This is utopic! Hah, look at what depravity has done.

The first day was totally hateful and stomach-gripping and an unbelievable twister. Woke up early, yet left the house late, missed the bus, took the crowded train, took another bus (incredibly decelerative), reached the compound on the dot and spotted a colleague who looked lost and frantic, boarded yet another bus together, reached the venue, but couldn't find the exact location although I had been there every saturday for one month, so the two sheep ran around like a wolf was on their tail, and yes we found the place after some kind souls' redirection, and was 15 min late, for the first paper, and a tough one. So the first day was hellish. The rest was just waded through with some cautiousness and luck, and today, the finality! The day started off somewhat like the first, and I had an ill-premonition, but it ended excellently well.

So till recovery...