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April 25th, 2003

This has been one of the strangest days in my life. After work, some colleagues and I decided to go for a meal + drink. Not having enough with that, we felt that we needed to go downtown. When we were passing by Palacio de Gaviria, I unexpectedly met Delia queueing there (she was supposed to be in Switzerland, anyway). We got in and spent many hours inside (an awesome place, you should check it sometime). I’ve been talking with Delia about the old times in Stockholm (the Palacio was full of Swedes, by the way). I couldn’t stop thinking about the kotbullar times. When they were playing salsa, we remembered Klaybert and Luis. When they were playing Operacion Triunfo songs, we remembered Samer. And so on… On another front, I didn’t know Robert dropped by Switzerland a few months ago. Actually, I dunno anything about him since ages. Robert, are you there? The end of the story is that it’s 7.35h in the morning. I just had time for a shower and am writing this from work! Life is beautiful…