It's amazing what you find lurking on your living room window sill of an evening.

The story of that small super-hero-esque man in a cup is quite interesting. I believe that he originally belonged to the youngest member of the Zwaan family. They lived in a flat in Santiago because of work and when they went back to Munich we replaced them in Santiago, also for work, and took over said flat for 6 months. The small man was kind of a sitting tenant in the flat. When we left, the small man returned to Europe (where he probably came from) with us. I have never given him back. I think the previous owner will have outgrown him now to be realistic. It was 4 years ago.

In other news, I made soup.