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This morning (or more appropriately this afternoon) I woke up to the phone ringing and the postman at the door. Tomas tried to get to the phone while I got the packages from the mail. I made it, he didn't. There were messages on the phone so I checked the first one while opening my mail and reading my friends page. The first message was long and entirely in German. I tossed the phone to Tomas to listen to the second one having been completely confused by the first. Tomas listened to it and threw it back at me saying the second one made much more sense. Turns out it was a high school friend who had been living in Germany and 'accidentally' left the first message in German. heh. I suppose after you'd lived somewhere for a long time you would forget from time to time.