I am trying to find my place now far away from home, family, friends. This is a newsfeed page for my friends to know what is going on with me. No long blog posts. No hipster stuff.
In biggest part of Europe the Santa (i.e. St Nicholas) is visiting the children on the night of 5th December. So when the children wake up next morning, they will find in their socks or boots or in the window (depending on the country) some chocolate, fruits and nuts. If they were good whole year. If they were bad, they receive coal or raw potato (in Czech Republic) or a branch of birch (in Hungary).
Yesterday Santa brought me a Kinder egg, some chocolate raisins, two tangereens and a smal raw potato… :)
The wind is so strong that it moved the table on the terrace and ripped off the roof of the bird house.
I am guarding the house, not to fly away.
What would Dorothy do?