I eat only when I’m in air-conditioning area.

The machines are also feeling it, and Deutsche Telekom can’t send or receive any messages.

Tomorrow, I might finally go to the beach. But only If the temperature goes under 90 degrees! Gente di mare…

I’ve watched 4 episodes of SATC today.

I’ve also watched Numb3rs, Sisters, Friends, House MD…

… all of them in one dark room – with air-conditioning!

P.S. I can’t wait for the Olympics to begin… Everything will suffer, my life will be dedicated to:

1. Olympics

2. Probability theory

3. Work

First of all, I really, really, really need this money. With college going on, with redecoration of the appartment I live in, I really could use this money for much better purpose than I usually do. And this is the first year when I come to work thinking that this could be my last day. Today is August 2nd, and D day is on Tuesday, August 5th. I have exams in September, and I can work till the end of August. And where can I find the job for this 20 days?!?! But, staying at home for this 20 days costs me several hundreds of euros – which is A LOT OF MONEY when you are a student in a poor country. Country that belongs to the Europe continent, but not to the EU. Enough said.

BUT, (yes, there is a big “but”), this job sucks. It was ok few years ago, but now everything changed, and it sucks. Everybody notice that. At the outside, everything looks fine, but in the inside… Nothing seems to be working, nothing seems to be ok. Nobody respects me there anymore, I have to say something for about thousand times so somebody would listen to me. I work only half the time I was working the last summer… The place is falling apart, and part of me wants to run away.

In the end, I don’t know what to think about all this anymore. I’ll have enough food to eat, my folks can also redecorate my room… and my big exam in September, which is crucial for the scholarship I’m getting, must be done perfectly. This exam is the most important thing, and I need to remeber this. So that I can concetrate on learning when I come home from work. From work that maybe would not be mine after Tuesday.

I was in my bed, thinking what should I do, go out for a couple of hours, or go back to sleep. I was switching through the channels, when I heard the news…

I don’t hate Serbs, I don’t even care if someone is Serb or Croat. I’m not even a war child. I spent my childhood in peace, the war was happening in my country, but I wasn’t part of it. But still, I remember the alerts on television, I remember reports about casualties, I remember children coming to my school, children with so strange accent… children lost in space. Without parents, without anyone who could understand them. Children who had lost everything by the time they were five!

And that’s why I hate Radovan Karadžić from the bottom of my heart. I repeat, I don’t hate Serbs, but I wish Radovan Karadžić suffers like those children had suffered.

… I am not happy. This news just reminded me of horrors happening in my country during the 90s. I am not happy, I just wish that it never happened.