I would write a lead-in to this blog, by honestly I prefer to just jump into the story.
I went with my friends out to a bar in Ascona last night, where a number of foreign soldiers were passing the time, cutting loose. Naturally I was in uniform too, because I am on the organizing team for the event these guys are here for. One of the moments that stuck in my memory was the Brazilian major who chatted up some girls at the bar with me and a friend... Turns out they were hookers, so we left and he expressed his shame and disappointment in them to me. I tried my luck talking to a couple other girls sitting with my friends and colleagues, but found myself very bored very fast. I left shortly afterwards because I was plenty drunk enough, and getting tired. I can't really relate to these Italian speaking girls for some reason... Even if they could handle english. Guess they were just too young for me. Saying that makes me feel old and boring :/
Whatever. So here I am, back in Tenero, doing what is asked of me--including translating media releases from German to English. All of a sudden, a wave of exhaustion like no other just hit me like a bag of bricks. I didn't think I could feel so tired after such a short shift, but I do. I suppose it may also have to do with the amount of sport I have been doing. That and the humid heat of the days we spend here manning the Swiss Chalet. Now I just want to sit outside and read a book.
Speaking of books, any of you gamers out there? I am reading my way through Metro 2033, having recently played through Last Light. I just got past the fourth Reich, and am reading about how Artyom finds his way to Hansa...