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Well, it's been a while since I had the time and leisure to sit down and write a couple of lines to my dear blog. Strangely enough, now that I have found work and a sitting a a rather spacious office in Berlin, I do find that time.

Happy new year, first and belated, happy chanukah, christmas and orthodox christmas, eid and all that you may celebrate.

What has happened is that I finally found an internship/ job at the Avantgarde...which basically means that i am the bitch for the next three months, a position that takes some getting used to, considering that i have occupied art directing positions in the past... but hey, like people remind me, I get on their nerves by learning something new every day.... I do, about event organisation, motion graphics and loads of classified inside info about the inner workings, deals and machinations of a global advertising agency... the salary is a bummer (that's ok... better than no cash at aall, but slightly demotivating nontheless...).

But it is loads better (and more exciting) than the occupation on the other side of the road... the promotion jobs I vowed I would never do again. At least that way, I get to sniff the inside of the buisness and actually get something done for myself and my studies, as most of my job seems to consist of taking and making phone calls.. and as I said, it gives me some time to write on these hallowed pages again.

I have also learned a lot about acccounting in the past month, which is useful, but stuff I had hoped never to have to learn.

And it's snowing, excluding and forbidding the idea of working outdoors. After a mild winter, january has crashed in and brough with it gales and storms and stuff that we don't want.. but it is calming me somehow... it was simply too warm for comfort, and with all the global warming going around.

And obove all, the last time I wrote, the depression must have been obvious in the text...

But think I shall not complain for now and see how things develop and keep you all up to date, with the place and the time and the things I did....

ENJOI

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