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There are more than a thousand terrestrial or aquatic species of slime molds of all colors (white, black, gray, brown, blue, green, pink, red, yellow)...
A warrior who is not afraid of fire, immersion in water, or poison is almost immortal - that is who The Blob is. When conditions are hostile to it, for example, in a drought, it dries up and "hibernates" for as long as necessary until a little water revives it.
The warrior is fast and smart, calm and wise. All its force is in its heads, which remains all the wisdom of the millenniums, its features to be superfluid, and capabilities to feel and react sharply.
It can double in size daily, reach a maximum speed of 4 cm per hour, heal in less than 2 minutes, or rearrange its entire venous system in 3 hours.
The Blob can also be cloned if cut into millimeter pieces. And those pieces can merge in one big cell again to become more strong.
The warrior's strength changes direction every two minutes. The warrior can retreat in one direction a little slower than in the other, which makes it move entirely in the desired direction, in the "move forward – half a step backward" mode. The warrior's pulsation reflects its spirit.


28/12/2020
The frost below 37 Celsius, they promised in Yutmen, didn't come. But my black teacher complained to me last our meeting on Saturday that he got frostbite on his arms. His hand's skin got hard. It was below 40 in Novosibirsk.
I watched Ahmed's presentation once again more carefully. I was absolutely wrong about his choice of fonts: they are excellent. I didn't understand one phrase: "History is an interpretive enterprise." I don't understand the last word and the meaning of the phrase, I think it is French. About the embed in the presentation video I still consider it should be his own. He tried to join the video and other slides by colors of fonts and headers of tables, it wasn't bad, but it is my caprice he would use only his own videos and photos as well his own ideas.
Today is my day off, and tomorrow is my last working day of the year. Then I will be free for nine days! Must I work out a plan? Horrible! I've never trusted any of my plans. I have to read something about font science, I am very weak and ignorant here too. I don't know what to do. I think I should get another education somewhere, to start anew. I don't want to be a designer. So I have to think about what I can do here and which direction to move.
I think it would be a sin to not go on a trip on these nine days. I have two days to choose a direction. I would be glad to go to Makedonia, but it is expensive..Kaliningrad, I think, is a fit town. I can travel to the town with my daughter together for a reasonable price...maybe.
The second part of the day I spent cooking, washing till nine. My spine hurts again. Plans, plans...I shouldn't plan something in my life. Daughter refused to go somewhere else with me, she said she feels tired after the trip to Saint Petersburg. I could go to Turkey, Egypt, South Korea, Japan, and so on, or in Russian cities. I feel I'd rather stay home too, but also I feel I should go somewhere. I don't know what to do yet. It's a chance I can get in half of the year only, or, maybe, never. I want to go to a sea again or closer to nature, to mountains. I realized that traveling can enrich my life, helps me to widen my world. This is only a reason for traveling. But in Alushta I felt lonely. I'm afraid that on the trip there will be many drunk and noisy people due to the celebration of New Year that I don't like. I love silence.
I cannot jump over myself.
I cannot fly.
I cannot live happily.
I canno…