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Our little group has had the hardest time being exclusive. We all feel bad about it, but really want to be small. So there are secret meeting times in the dark upstairs library (though that didn't work; Martin and I were waiting for half an hour by ourselves because everyone downstairs didn't know we were there, but it was okay, because Martin's awesome). We ended up going outside the boarding house and running things, and we got a lot done but then someone came out of the neighboring flats to say it's lovely but people are trying to sleep, so we went back inside.
Jonas taught half of us (Parker and Camilo went to bed), almost by rote, an intensely gorgeous Schutz chorale. The German boys are for some reason really impressed with my German pronunciation, and being able to stealthily understand their conversation and respond in English because I'm ashamed of my vocab and grammar. They keep asking me to speak in German, but I'll stick to singing for now. Maybe today I'll do it. I actually have something to say.
Breakfast now.
Jonas taught half of us (Parker and Camilo went to bed), almost by rote, an intensely gorgeous Schutz chorale. The German boys are for some reason really impressed with my German pronunciation, and being able to stealthily understand their conversation and respond in English because I'm ashamed of my vocab and grammar. They keep asking me to speak in German, but I'll stick to singing for now. Maybe today I'll do it. I actually have something to say.
Breakfast now.