Parachuting at last!
Monday morning.
The week started with the usual: getting up way too early, getting no cheap Nutella-replacement for breakfast, a few hundred kilometers to jog (at least that's what it feel like each time)...
But then, everything went for a change!
I wasn't really back from jogging yet (mentally that is) when I was ordered to my superiour. I quote:

"You got 30 minutes to get your things packed."
- "Pardon me?"
"I said, you got 30 minutes to get your things packed."
- "I understood that. My question should have been: what for?"
"You'll go and learn to parachute. Departure is 0900. That leaves you with another..." (checks watch) "...28 minutes to get your things packed. You'll also need papers, that's being handled as we speak. Any questions?"
- "Uhm ..."
"Good. Hurry. Dismissed."

RAH! Well, that was Monday. Today is Tuesday night and my first day here at the training camp is over already. It's going to be a hell of a lot of fun, that much is sure. My local superiours are cool-ish (as far as that works for superious, heh) and the weather is supposed to be all sunny and warm for the next week at least. Yalla yalla!
Wish me luck and no broken legs. ;)