9:02am Monday. Trying to ftp a piece of the diary we find out that in the HALL there's no ethernet any more. MJ would have liked to send her daily piece to the NRC, but she has to use the telephone instead. The people of the HIP campsite were so kind to lend us the last UTP connection that was supposed to be functional, but even that, it's dead. Oh well, we'll pack now, today is a working day and it's 9am already. When will the next HIP be? In 2001? With a workshop on Nietzsche's "Also Sprach Zarathustra" and Strauss' music? Next page