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I must be going crazy because I've suddenly had this overwhelming urge to be in Oerlikon (a little haven of Zurich also known as the "Newark of Switzerland"). I have this craving for the little horn shaped rolls from the gas station and a bottle of blood orange juice. I'm even missing my old coworkers. I always miss working with Eric, but the other two I don't miss at all.

If I were to tell Eric that I want to eat at the Migrol station he's ask me if I were sick in the head.