I mentioned several months ago that the neighborhood I live in, translated into English, is "hill of struggle". This is one such hill. At this angle you can't quite grasp it's magnitude, but taxi driver's have grasped it and won't even attempt it. Instead they drop us off at the bottom. We are grateful for the excercise :). 
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Oh how I remember the hill of struggle! Even though I only knew you for a brief, shining moment, I love keeping up with your blog. It's fun to see you loving all my old friends in all my old hangouts. I'll be thinking of you daily.
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