Today a friend of mine from Bratislava wrote me in an e-mail “I hope that brexit won´t affect harshly on your UK staying” and stupid as it certainly sounds, I had already wondered about that myself. I guess, till I keep my mouth shut, nobody is going to guess I am Italian and invite me to just go back to my country, right? Except, usually people think I’m either Spanish or Greek (no idea why they never figure I’m Italian). Not that it’s going to make any difference anyway, PIGS European states all the same. It now troubles me a bit that I’m going to have to make a long and rather uncomfortable train trip alone to Wales. But surely I’ll be fine. Some of my friends’ friends in Wales are strong LibDems, and all the others are strongly pro-Europe anyway, I’m sure I won’t have to face any uncomfortable situation among them.
Plan for the day before leaving:
clean kitchen, Rosie
- photocopy Livy
- revise Oxford talk
stop thinking that I won’t probably come back to Boston, it’s quite a depressive thought right now!
- a last jog on Charles River Esplanade (ct5K 3/3)
- bring back books to library
- packing suitcases, weighing them, make sure my books don’t make my suitcase go overweight
book shuttle to airport
- take time for a last stroll around
- after 6 pm: check-in on-line