I didn’t plan it this way; I wanted to work only on the basis and back-stories; but the story itself grabbed me. Although my regime is not as tough as it was last year (I do take real breaks this time) my novel is growing rapidly under my fingers. Right now my only wish is to continue writing, but I only got a week left and have no idea when to continue. I’ve also got the real title: ‘De stille stad’ (The Silent City). I can tell you it’s not a very happy story.

Two days ago a strayed frog appeared, he didn’t live long. After his death my other pets needed only one full day to eat every scrap of him.