Well, not triumphant enough, more like with a sore back, a lot of coughing as a side-effect from the cold and with bleeding hands thanks to the violent act of milking a tree. I was away for three weeks and, i know, most of you did not even notice i was missing. The reason was that i had to go and help my dad in a hobby of his. That is the collecting of olives from olive trees to produce cooking oil and...no that's about it. Just cooking oil. Some info: My dad's place of origin is Malvasia. It's considered one of the most beautiful places in Greece and also, one of the best preserved medieval castles in the Mediterranean. It's full of tourists almost all year long and, in my opinion, it's best in the fall and winter. Which is one of the reasons i said yes when he asked me to come help him. It wasn't like i had anything better to do and the climate was to my liking, so off we went to three weeks in hell. Our fields have about 1000 olive trees and, to collect the olives, one must first lay down nets on the ground surrounding the tree and then, using tools, forcibly separate the olives from the tree. The olives would then fall on the net and then we would collect them. It was hell. There are no words to describe it. I mean, it's good to produce your own consumables when there's an economic crisis going on, but still... I can no longer feel my back. I mean that literally. It's like it's not my own back but a foreign object occupying space in my body. My hands are bleeding all over from a multitude of scratches and all i seemed to be able to do was, go to the fields at 6:00(!) am in the morning to 5pm in the evening and then faint on my bed for the hours in between. And i think i'd do it all again. Also, i want to inform you that i'll also be away from December 3 to 7, as i'm gonna go on a trip to Amsterdam. That's all. You can all go and curse your damn luck that i came back now. I allow you to.