check The breathing city at night, from the window of our living room. I am sitting in a corner on a blanket in the bare room. Bogotá is cold, there were few clouds during sunset.

A new week is waiting, days that need to be turned into useful minutes, producing dreams and making them real. The past week was almost too much of it all:

Interesting follow-up meeting with Acción Social. Let's just say that we will follow-up much more from here...

Lunch: "Bandeja light" at Azahar is officially the best deal around. Entices devout carnivores to go veggie once a week. The price does drive things... my economics professors did have a point there.

Chats with my VPs from Manizales, Bucaramanga, Barranquilla, and Pereira. These guys rock Colombia.

Itinerary for IC confirmed: check. Bogotá - Atlanta - Gatwick - Luton - Warsaw - Dortmund - Madrid - Bogotá. ¡Qué emoción!

"Italian" monopoly. While I once won against a bunch of Italians in a fateful night in London about four-and-a-half years ago, I somehow was robbed, cheated and taken over by my Colombian team mates this week. Kind of makes me wonder...

Killepitsch. Introduced the DreamTeam to this sweet dizzy sirup proudly from beloved Düsseldorf.

Emails exchanged. Re-discovered the power of personal messages. Also my mobile here receives and sends SMS from and to Europe.

Indian food at Dhanur's. He cooks well, but gives really bad directions...

And mornings in the gym.

Jenn is hunting for a room or flat, soon I will have my own space, can make it my own.

Fourty minute skyping with Albe. Counting down the days, soon it will be hours, minutes, seconds.

As usual my mind is living all over the place.  ¶ 4:21 AM