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I stared into the half empty glass. The glass had been standing there for a while. I had watched how the foam of the beer had vanished slowly, leaving only the light brown, almost yellow, alcoholic delicacy behind. The liquid wasn't thick enough to see my reflection clearly, yet it was thick enough to see I looked awful. The black circles under my eyes showed exactly how tired I was, which was really tired. It couldn't be helped. I was a busy man, pardon me, busy country who didn't really have the time for sleeping and other bothering things such as eating, cleaning and, as most people would call it, having a life. It couldn't be helped. Ther