His name is Louis, he’s 5 years old. He came to take our weapons away and put an end to the holy war of rubber-bands; now we’re (again) out of rubber-bands, but enjoying peace. Maybe he should be sent to Iraq too, just in case they have the weapons there.

Things are going much better: I ate Lebanese for lunch, I called my mom and my best friend was there, so I got to talk to her too! I made a supplier happy with a big order for this week, I had my share of laughs thanks to the “Lord of the Rubber-Bands”. I think I can go to the consulate in good spirits; life plots a sunshine.