Another phase of my nesting in Rome has ended, so it's time for another text. Now I'm in my apartment, unpacked, and slowly learning the routine. In the past few days I haven't had any real duties, so I was engrossed in getting to know the magical and laid-back world of Erasmus. For that I had several opportunities during a couple of parties and half-parties that were organized at Via Machiavelli 59. It seems that I, unaware and uninformed, stumbled into one of the party hotspots of the Erasmus population. The best parties, say those who were here before me, were organized