I think Robert's a bit too obsessed with this dig, whatever he may say. He's grabbed everything he can carry from the trunk and gone inside the tent. He snaps at me and shoos me away if I so much as step my toe inside. Rob's generally sensible, so it can't last long. All the same, I'm worried about him. It could be that he's some kind of homesick; despite his constant complaints I'm certain he doesn't really hate the country all that much. Germany's a nice place.
The cuisine could've gotten to him. Maybe he has food poisoning. Unfortunately the herbal tea he packed was confiscated at the airport, so he'll have to live with it. And I'll have to live with him!
Everett out.
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