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With you is a not-so-regular column about the events of the previous week, and as always, its permanent host is me.

For one of our friends' birthdays, we were brought some Jeart moonshine from a neighboring village. Its distinctive feature is that it has neither the taste nor the smell of alcohol - and its strength is about the same as regular vodka. Anyway, there's no need to explain how it all ended. The hangover from it is also strange: your head doesn't hurt, but you're so dizzy that you can't make out anything; your legs are weak and your hands don't obey you.
On the occasion of the birthday, Berenika decided to arrange a noble magofireworks. We specially drove away from the excavation site to reduce the likelihood of interference and... almost burned ourselves and the remains of the rapeseed field nearby. Everything is fine, everyone is alive.
Arim (a comrade who left for Eryakhshar) reports some news. He has plunged headlong into the socio-political movement, and now sits for weeks on end on pickets, seeking the final independence of his homeland. Let's wish him luck!
The nights are simply wonderful now - dry, long and very, very warm.