I can remember those times, where my whole family came together every winter in the alps. And I can really smell my childhood now. Thank you for those lines, as I have no chance to meet family now, because I am working in Vietnam for longer time.
But I’ve got here someone like a mother. She is my landlord and she is always talking to me like a mother, giving me strict rules. Don’t come home late, don’t bring girls, clean ur room every week…. Then it is quite hot here but you can see plastic chrismas-trees everywhere and sometimes u can here Jingle-bells out of some window. That is it. No family meetings. I miss ‘em. Outside it’s very hot but inside my heart it’s getting cold.

By the way, I ur interested visit my blog http://www.kavelar.wordpress.com. But I’m just about to start and it’s not much, due to few sparetime.