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Super! Looked to pick up Queen Lisa from work at the airport and home. Lisa does not know we have to travel, so she is happy and surprised and we get to pack and sleep, so we early in the morning rush out to the airport and fly to Funchal on Madeira, where we get a nice room at Hotel Buganvilla, near Funchal as is the capital of the island. Wonderful place where the Buganvilla flowers hang down everywhere, galore throughout the hotel, so the scent is here constantly.

Now it's in February and by chance we dump right down to the Carnival time in Funchal. Carnival in Rio de Janeiro is the largest in the world, but the carnival here in Funchal is number 2 we are told. So we quickly get in the carnival mood and walk around the city and experience a great show with the most imaginative costumes and clothes you can imagine. The streets are filled with festive and happy people in the thousands. A fantastic experience in a fantasy world of music and colors.

We rent a car and drive around the island, offering everything from cold lava to the flowers in endless quantities. So it will be a lovely holiday where we get out and see many things, including a winery with tastings of several fine wines. Good food in many small family owned restaurants around is something that can really be recommended if you ever come to Madeira.

After a few glorious weeks in Madeira, we return to our jobs (Jubii) that are not running anywhere. In the early spring, we see an ad for a holiday home for sale near Dragør on Amager. It's really bad, but the price is so low that we buy and demolish almost everything. So we rebuild it with super-insulation, heat and everything for an ego house of 35 square meters plus porch and a separate insulated outbuilding. It takes the whole summer of 2001, but it is then also ready for the summer of 2002, when we move out there at the end of March. Wonderful time here, not least because we celebrate Lisa's 40th birthday, with the house full of festive guests all day. Large amounts of food and drink are consumed until late at night, so it becomes a day we can not just forget quickly.

It is also summer, so I drive to several Harley meetings in Sweden and Denmark. It will probably never be Lisa's true passion for driving to meetings, but she has been to a few around. But it is also a slightly special world, where you have to be a little crazy to hang on year after year. But You build lots of wonderful friendships and meet many colorful people. Both in Denmark and Sweden, I have friends who are almost closer than family after so many years in a world of Harley-Davidson.

In the autumn of early October, we drive around the car on Falster and look at houses out of sheer curiosity. Even more curious, the trip continues to Lolland, where we also look at the house supply. The weekend after, we book an overnight stay at Hotel Krukholm in Nakskov from Friday to Saturday. We get up early and see some houses before we find a house in Utterslev north of Nakskov. We both think it looks nice, especially when we came in and looked. And to make a long story short, we make a quick decision and sign the papers so we can take over the house on December 1, 2002. The whole crazy maybe without knowing anything at all about the area at all. But what, we like the house and then the rest must come as it comes. Only we are together.

Now Lisa had a bad back after 19 years at SAS, Copenhagen Airport. So the Queen was happy to be able to finally say goodbye to the job and find something new, with not too much wear and tear on her back. But when Lisa goes up to the office in SAS and wants to hand in her resignation, she is told the company cannot accept her resignation. What now? Can we not even be allowed to resign ourselves? No, SAS clearly acknowledges their responsibility for Lisa's bad back and instead gives SAS a dismissal with immediate withdrawal from the workplace and full pay for 12 months! Really nice decision by SAS that really meant a lot to Lisa's back that got better and better with time. One can only guess what Lisa's back would have been like if not for the year to rest in, came as a welcome gift from SAS. Really nicely done by the company.

We put the cottage up for sale, but there are not many buyers who are interested in a house that is so specially built. It was renovated based on our mysterious ideas and we must admit that the sale probably requires a buyer who is exactly as weird as we are. But we just have to wait and hand over the sale to the broker who specializes in the field.

We greet Maria and Brian, who live on the opposite side of the road where our house is located, the day we signed the contract. And when we take over the house on December 1, 2002, we will also be welcomed by our neighbors on one side of the house. It is Lotte and Palle with their sons Thomas and Martin. And we look forward to seeing more on the way when we have made some repairs indoors. We put ourselves in the head to be open and not be too much Copenhageners (whatever that is), because many newcomers "from up there" have committed some accidents and "peculiarities" down here.

Just moving, sounds easy enough. But when one and a half moving carts are filled up, among other things with 86 moving boxes, it takes some time to adjust to new rooms. Amazingly we were able to have it all in a 2-1 / 2 bedroom of 65 square feet on the 4th floor. It's just impossible, but nonetheless true.

We work hard until we suddenly get enough and we rush off on a small 2-week trip to Gran Canaria to relax. By the way, I think it will be the last trip to the Canary Islands, where everything has changed over the many years we have been here many times. The tourist culture has changed a lot and not for the better. Quite a few Englishmen have come and they have brought a drinking culture with football on TV to the pubs, where the television must absolutely run on at full blast, with English football and they scream all the time. Who wants to listen to it? Not us at least! And then the many apartment sellers who almost assault one on the street with their offerings. It has simply become too much, so we think it was the last time we visited Gran Canaria and probably also the other Canary Islands. A little unfortunate perhaps because we have enjoyed life down here 20-25 times over the years when we felt it was time for a holiday in the heat of relaxation and partying.

It was really nice, with the Queen's "waiting money salary" from SAS, which runs into the account every month for a year, so there is no reason for Lisa to find work, but instead take good care of her back, so that recovers. The back also gets better and better as the months go by. One can only guess what would have happened to the back if Lisa was still at work at SAS. I quickly find a job as a bus mechanic in a local bus company, which is located north of Nakskov in a small town. They have always had their buses repaired by another bus company in Nakskov, but now they want to build a workshop for the purpose.

Really nice because it sounds like an exciting challenge to me. There are no more tools here now than there can be in an old toolbox and a plastic bag, so I start writing down what I need of tools, machines and much more. Now I will not mention names at all, but the owner of the bus company has the best intentions, but leaves it to his son to have the last word on procurement for the workshop. But when I gave him a list of what I need of tools and other things, just to have a little opportunity to repair the buses properly, his eyes turn white beyond the high prices. Too expensive tools, he says and instead he finds a catalog from "Harald Nyborg", which mostly deals with tools for hobbies. Excellent tool a lot of it, but a much weaker kind than the one I need.

OK, it's him who decides. So I write down what I think should be used, but at least half will be crossed out again. For example, I may only buy one (1) lifting buck and can then only have one wheel removed at a time. Two bucks are too expensive. And the autogenous welding system is also too expensive, just as a good electric welder is crossed out. Instead, I may be allowed to buy a small weak 220 Volt Electric welder for hobby purposes.

Well, but now I have to repair as best I can for a few months and I also get 2 buses renovated, just as I completely repaint them myself in the 2 colors that the "Storstrømsbusserne" should be in. It goes for a couple of months , Until he wants me to weld the frame at the front wheel suspension, with the little "bike mechanic" electric welder for 500.- kroner he bought for me. Here I have to say stop! I simply can not take responsibility for it can keep out in the traffic. So he gets pissed and offended and already in the evening at 11pm, he sneaks in with a letter he puts in my mailbox and is quickly gone again. It was a dismissal with immediate departure, with a week's salary. So I was now unemployed again. But it is now also good the same, because I can not continue under these working conditions if I in bare savings need to put other people's health at stake in traffic.

Spring 2003.

So that was it! Forget him and out as vacant again, with job search on the program. Not very easy here in the area or Lolland at all. Firstly, there are almost no vacancies and if there are, one has to lie at the bottom of a pile of a few hundred applicants. And furthermore, when they then discover you are a Copenhagener, it is closed off. Well, then it's not smart to be over 50 either.

In Copenhagen, I have always been able to get a job, because the "network" there works really well and there has always been someone who could get me indoors, just as I have not infrequently got other jobs in the company wherever I was. It was most often in various bus companies, where I probably had a good name and reputation as a stable employee.

My Lisa is luckier and gets a job at Joka Plast, if otherwise it is lucky to be locked inside a factory. But at least here are nice colleagues and on top of that a really good foreman named Jan, who creates a good climate so it is worth getting to work. I am also trying to apply for a job at Joka, but either there is nothing or you are not happy to hire a married couple. It's not unusual, so no grumbling above the. The impression is that "network" in terms of job is not something that exists on Lolland, or people are afraid to recommend others at their workplace

Midtmay 2005.

So it went a little heavy with it and I went vacant until May 2005. Lisa had thought a bit about things and suddenly one day she said I should go apply for summer job at the base. It really surprised me and I just had to chew on the invitation. After a few days "are you now also sure of it" I was convinced and contacted one of my old friends, Arne frandsen, at Thulebasen, who made contact with the Supervisor at Centralværkstedet, "# 580", who sent me an email about a 3-month job this summer. I said yes and a few days later it had been changed to 6 months. All right, because then Greenland tax would have to be paid instead, which is somewhat lower.

Quick preparations and departure by plane to Northwest Greenland and the base. My Lisa has a check on everything at home and manages the castle throughout the summer while she looked after the job at Joka. I worked in the heavy SP department (Special Purpose) with repair of the various large vehicles and machines, but also get are few buses and other light vehicles to be fixed. When the port opens I am asked to work there as I have some experience from before. It goes very well, until a day when it starts to blow up strongly that is reported in Storm-2, which according to the rules at the base means that you have to stay where you are. Coincidentally, I'm right at home in the barracks for lunch, so I'm trying to call my boss, the Supervisor at the harbor. He is completely impossible to get hold of and I only succeed after half an hour of constant wrestling from the barracks.

He then gets completely crazy when I tell him I have followed the current Storm Rules, which are set by Airforce and the company. I should not enjoy breaking the rules as it can mean firing and having stayed in the barracks. He did not care at all about the rules because he had his own and I did not have to go down to the harbor anymore, now that I had stayed in the barracks, so he would find someone else instead of me. So now you are also fired for following the company's safety rules.

Now pyt. I show up in # 580 instead and start in the heavy department again. The boss here also shakes his head somewhat over the incident and says "forget it". But there is also plenty to do here in the workshop, so the days go by with lightning speed over the summer and winter gradually begins to announce its arrival with cold and a little sparse snow. I have had a really good time at work, not least in # 580 with super good colleagues and of course Supervisor Jørgen, who I think the collaboration has gone really well with. Not so much slings in the waltz, black is black and white is white – just my style.

But otherwise the summer also went really well here in the barracks, with many cozy moments with the other residents. Among them also lives Palle, who also rides a motorcycle, so we often get a good chat about it all. Nice guy I will try to stay connected at home in Dannevang too – well enough he does not drive Harley, but it should not surprise me if he does not jump on the bandwagon one day. The other guy, Christoffer, who also came up with a 6-month contract at the same time as me, also rides a motorcycle and by the way is also thinking of buying a Harley, which he and Superwoman Oline at home in Denmark can go out and wear on the roads.

We also sometimes party a bit in the barracks, with some good food and a wise selection of drinks, so most people get smarter than usual. Very cozy! Also trying a few times to go over to the NCO club "Top of The World Club", to continue the party. But here every time something is dead, so it only becomes a few hours at the bar before we go home. not like back in the eighties, where it was always packed here in the club, with music and dancing and cheerful people. There are only quite a few Danes and the Americans are not at all up for a party of any kind, even though we are working on it. Well pyt, we go on and find a party somewhere else at the base where we know someone.

I'm probably far from home and far away from my Lisa. But luckily no further away a phone. I have gotten a "Tele-Greenland" connection, where I call home to the Queen almost every day during the lunch break. Nice to have is warm talk with Lisa and everyday life and Osto.

Time goes by and we are fast approaching December, where there is a return trip after 6½ months of work. Only a few days before the end of the contract, I am asked if it was something to continue the contract. Too late to ask about it now that one had set out to travel home. Had they asked a month ago or earlier, I could have talked to Lisa about it and maybe taken a few more months, who knows? But here right up to the departure, no thanks. It is too late.

But everything has an end and suddenly the plane lands in Kastrup on December 2, 2005. Sits and relaxes a bit in the plane with a coke until the crowds are over and then goes down to the belt and finds my suitcase. Out through customs and here is lovely Lisa waiting, along with our neighbors Lotte and Palle, who immediately offered to drive to Kastrup to pick me up today. It's skiing great with a couple of lovely friends who just help without being asked.

It's just great to be home with Lisa again and we enjoy life. Job-wise, Lolland is around zero, at least when it comes to something for me. It takes a couple of months to look for a job, until by chance I am offered a replacement job at the municipality's laundry, where I saw as the only man among a team of girls washing clothes for the municipality's senior citizens. Maybe not exactly a dream job for me, but it goes just fine and I have fun among the girls.

One of them is called Kaja, who I get along well with. And one day I find out that her last name is Heising. It's funny, I say, because I once had a very nice friend named Dan Heising and with whom I went to technical school. HæHæ, Kaja laughs and says that she is married to him. It was then the soap, after all those years and then we meet here in Nakskov. Strange enough, because I was then convinced that Dan lived in Australia, which he emigrated to when he finished his training as a mechanic. During the time I was in Australia, I tried to find Dan down there through several channels. There were some who recognized the name, but they did not know where he lived, so I eventually gave up. And then we meet here – we just have to have a reunion to celebrate. The world is sometimes a little small.

Well, but the laundry was just replacement and they were going to quit soon. So I went out to find something else and came past one of the municipality's squares, where some garbage trucks were parked. Yeah, why not? So I stuck my nose in through a door where someone was sitting and talking. I asked for the boss and then there were 2 of them here, their names were Kurt and Ken. Nice people and Kurt the boss actually sat and needed a garbage man to replace from mid-May (2006) and over the summer, if that was anything? Yes, I knew that just as well and before I looked around, I was now a garbage man of God's grace in Nakskov and the surrounding towns. All right with me – I have to try a little different when it comes to jobs.

Hard job? Yes, maybe. But it's pretty free and I get to move a lot. It becomes up to 20 kilometers of hiking daily with garbage disposal, just as I sometimes also help with bulky garbage and the like. Drives mainly on Vogn 13 and gets some nice colleagues here with good cooperation. In fact, I enjoy the daily hike and the fresh air, all while getting my body touched. Unfortunately, one autumn day I come across an accident where emptying the automatic on the cart hits the trash "bucket" back and all the rubbish smokes down on top of me. Not something I'm thinking about right now, except that it's just a little disgusting to be overwhelmed with rubbish. There is a little laughter about it and there is only a short time until dawn, so the clothes can be washed and I can take a shower.

Do not think about the accident until a few weeks later when it starts itching in the ears. I walk for a while but then seek out an ear doctor as it starts to hurt. He found that a hole had been made in one of the eardrums and it had happened because there is now a whole colony of fungi and easel bells in my ears that have started eating my eardrums. Most likely come after I was overwhelmed by all the garbage accidentally with the emptying mechanics on the cart.

Then I go to ear doctor Henrik in Maribo and get my ears vacuumed 2-3 times a week and have some long pieces of gauze put into my ears with some kind of remedy that should be able to eradicate both fungi and easels in the ears. I take care of my work with the rubbish at the same time until we come to June 2007, where Kurt and Ken (the bosses) suggest that I report sick and dedicate myself to the treatment so I get well. It continues for another 3 months before I can finally recover and both ears are eventually good again. So the question is should I start running garbage again?

Now the union has also been involved in the case and by chance there has been an inquiry from a company on Skibsværftsvej in Nakskov, whether the union has some members they could recommend as new employees to them. Then it actually goes fast, because after 3F asks me, it only takes a couple of hours before I sit and talk to a nice man named Jesper, who would like to hire me. Yes, why not ? And before I know it, I have stopped at gabbage and am employed by "Rewair" on Skibsværftsvej, where they manufacture materials for wind turbine manufacturers.

It should also be mentioned here that Lisa's work at Joka hung in the balance due to failing orders, so when the opportunity arose, Lisa was also employed at Rewair, just in a different department than me. All right with the same working hours, so it fit well together. All in all, we went and had a good time here in Rewair, where there were about 90 employees in production and office. A company that had grown rapidly.

Now you probably should not talk about working conditions, environment and safety here in the company. For the whole thing is under all criticism, at least on the 2nd floor where I work with cutting up to 46 meters long webs laminate (fiberglass) in a machinery built with 7 noises angle grinders that produce a colossal amount of dust. Not really very pleasant work and I also never get to have colleagues who last quite a long time. I stopped counting, but I will believe that during the year and a half I was there, the about 25 new ones came in through the doors and out again after a fairly short time, with me as the only one who stayed there until the last lane was cut and the department was closed. It was shut down because the expensive lattice laminate rolls up to 275 meters long eventually came in very poor and skewed quality, so customers could no longer use the product.

That was it, but I was transferred to the same department as Lisa and went hand in hand here just as I was part of the production. It took a little month until the operations manager one day came and asked what I would say to be moved to another department. What should I say? So I said that I was a little bit happy about that, but if I had to then it was okay.

One would almost think I had insulted him personally or said something improbably flabby to him. I think now probably that it was the words "very little happy" I said that fell on his chest. For all of a sudden he turned completely red in the head and squirted something about refusing and turned his back on me and whizzed out the door. What happened to him? I thought briefly and then found my things and went over to the other department for the guys there, to start working here instead. Nice enough, because here are also some nice boys to work with.

But it only lasted a short time, because then a call was made from the operations manager who wanted to see me in the office at 11. I went over there and was briefly told that it was necessary to terminate me as there was not much more to do. The union representative was present at the firing, but remained silent and just stood and looked down at the floor, against usually always talking loud and wide about what was good and bad. But then silent when the Operations Manager fired a colleague – what a union representative! The operations manager said he would not fire both Lisa and I, so they had chosen me as it was my department that closed. Ok, I thought and then asked for 3 weeks vacation from now on, so it fit with the notice of termination. After all, there was no reason to get there anymore now that I was fired.

And since there was not much work in Lisa's department right now, Lisa also asked for 3 weeks holiday, which he thinks was fine. He had said Lisa kept her job, so why not help the company spend the holidays here where there was some time for it.

And so much for the proverb "a word is a word". The operations manager's words that he would not fire Lisa only lasted until she was back at work after the holidays. Then Lisa was called over to his office and was briefly given a firing notice with 3 weeks notice. Not much talk and it happened without the shop steward present, which is otherwise normal for dismissals. Then he might as well have fired Lisa at the same time as me, so she was not forced to go to work for the 3 weeks the termination lasted. Of course, 3 weeks ago he knew he wanted to fire Lisa, but he has wrapped himself in too many contradictions, so he has lost face here. But it was a great way to get me to clap, just so Lisa could keep her job. Sad approach and very little professional. My respect for such a man may lie in a very small place.

But as always, my Lisa and I have fun. And we are looking for new jobs, but it looks like an impossible task, as there is a decline in the labor market everywhere and especially here on Lolland. At work, Lolland is a black spot on the map, as opposed to the way of life here where the friendliness is great and you feel at home every day.

Spring is wonderful and we are coming to the summer of 2009, where I am just taking a short trip to Lundeborg on Funen, the 5th, 6th and 7th of June to come to the annual Thule meeting at the harbor in the city. I'm a little late out and all the hotel beds are busy, but I'm lucky to get a little beach hut with light and warmth. It is only 7-800 meters from the port, so that's fine. The meeting itself goes well with food and drink as well as a lot of reunions and talk. I meet several from the Thule period and am especially happy to see Holmes and Pow again (Per Holm Nielsen and Torben Vindt). We have a great afternoon and evening on Saturdays and many Thule stories are remembered full time and exchanged. Furiously cozy and it will definitely be repeated if it is possible for me to get over there.

Lisa also needs some total relaxation, so on June 30, she travels alone to Bulgaria and enjoys the strangeness and the many exciting people and shops that abound. I'm staying home and looks after the cat Pjuske and has some nice neighborly fun with Lotte and Palle next to her, just as their sons Martin and Thomas often have fun with.

Lisa comes home rested and fresh from Bulgaria and the summer goes by without finding a job before Lisa finds one at the Police Station in Nakskov. Now we have to see if she keeps it, as another company has to take over the job down there. But no matter what happens, we have each other and look forward to Christmas and New Year here at the turn of the year 2009-10 and look forward to a new year together.

Christmas and New Year 2009 went smoothly, with a little family visit and gifts. Very peaceful and here not least the New Year where we contented ourselves with seeing all the beautiful New Year's puffs in the sky, the others shot everything while we enjoyed a Coke and the cat Pjuske hid in the wardrobe due to the noise.

January and February 2010 went without the major arm movements, until the beginning of March, when we boarded Singapore Airlines, heading for Singapore. Now we have gradually become quite picky about which airline we are going to travel with, as there have been so many unknown airlines with a dubious reputation and reputation.

But it is precisely Singapore Airlines that has been voted the world's safest and also has statistics that support it. Likewise, the service on board is top class and even if you "only" sit on the cowboy rows, you feel it is 1st class, as the seats are wide and the legroom is not only good, but really good. Stewardesses and Stewarder whiz around incessantly and sound Your slightest hint. All the meals are impeccable and not least there are several menus to choose from, just as the cold drinks come to you in a steady stream as desired.

We land early in the morning at Singapore Airport and look forward to getting our room at the hotel. But here it goes wrong because of the travel agency Toptours. Here you have set the price, or rather the lowest price highest on the wish list. Because there is NO room for guests from Toptour, because you have only booked the room for after dinner. VERY, VERY STUPID TOPTOUR !!

Perfect landing in Kuching and fast through customs and more and out to the waiting transport to the hotel. Now I will not go into more detail about the trip here, but read in the Folder "Borneo and Singapore" about the trip. I have chosen to tell about it in pictures and the texts for them. NICE TRIP !

Well at home from the trip, it is everyday again and you have to fulfill your duties as an unemployed person again. Not a dance on roses, but a "life" full of duties such as job search, which is probably also perfectly fine. Of course, one has to apply for a job, but it seems somewhat pointless as a soon-to-be 60-year-old to have to convince potential employers that the job search is real. At this time, I have probably applied for jobs 120 to 130 places since the job smoked at Rewair in Nakskov, due to a not very competent operations manager who used firings of desire. And out of all these applications, I have only received 2 responses. The rest of the places have chosen that silence is the best answer.

The meetings at Arbejdsformidling and in the 3F trade union also feel like a waste of time, as it is not hidden that the meetings are held, because in these places you have to meet some requirements in the legislation. In both places you are aware that there are no jobs and not least because age presses with me. But hey, I'm gradually set to retire when I reach the age of 60 here by 7 August. Pretty nice scheme I'm glad I signed up for when it was "invented" in the early days.

So it's just about having fun while you wait. The weather is great so it gives no problems. Lisa also gets a brilliant idea that she would like to go on a girl's trip to Turkey, with her friend Sødelena from Copenhagen. It's just fine and the 2 girls travel to Marmaris in Turkey on June 19, where I will take care of the domestic things that week. Lisa and Lena get a great trip and You can read about it in the folder "Lisa in Turkey" where there are also pictures in the subfolder.

Otherwise a pretty quiet spring and early summer. I had expected to go out for a ride on the Harley, now that my shoulder has gradually recovered, after the time in Rewair where crooked and hard working positions have almost pulled my shoulders off joints. But gods, it will be different now that I discover that my Harley Panhead, which I bought from Frank in "Mc Parts" in Søborg, is not very ready to drive. It is or put in exceptionally good condition, with pretty much new parts everywhere. But then I discover that the timing belt between the engine and gearbox does not fit, but has almost been raped on as they have repaired the bike. In any case, the so-called mechanic has no respect for his work at all and has worked with his head under his arm. Sad that someone will be known to hand over such bad work.

Well, but that's how it is and it gives me gray hair in my head just to find some bits that can be used. I need a pulley (gears) with only one tooth less to solve the task. But no dealer in Denmark neither has nor can obtain it and apparently it is not available online either. BUT then I ask my old friend Peter, who lives in McQuire, Wisconsin in the United States, if he has the opportunity to obtain such a gear.

No problem! Peter goes down to the local Harley dealer and a few days later he has it delivered. Peter would like to send it to me, but the trust in the postal service is in a very small place with me, so I would rather wait 3 extra weeks until Peter moves home to Denmark again. Then he takes the gear to me. Thank you for the help Peter!

FINALLY !! On with the new gear and after a little constructive changes to the clutch housing and a little magic, the timing belt sits correctly and the bike starts and runs like a dream. In fact, I only had to take a trip around Horslunde to test, but it was 50 kilometers before I was back in Utterskev. Oh boy! I was like a small child and immediately saw the country roads in front of me, with the wheels rolling again.

The summer of 2010 is ticking away so we can say congratulations to my Lisa on the 19th of July with the 48th. And suddenly it's the 7th of August and the old one here turns 60. the trees now you belong to the probably so fine and often mentioned "Gray gold" on the Danish labor market. The "Gold" is probably a bit advertised and only works if you already have a permanent job. I could have continued as an unemployed person for a few more years as I was hoping for a job to the last. But the way you are "chased" by both "Jobnet" and the unemployment insurance fund, with pointless meetings and are pressured into indifferent courses (eg the same course twice in a row) makes the Early Retirement a goal in itself to get away for the unemployment system, instead of feeling like a naughty schoolboy who does not do as the teacher says.

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