Out of place

Arrived in Vilnius for another week of mental sparring with the locals over indicators to measure something that doesn't exist and arcane bureaucratic procedures to get paid when you find out that what doesn't exist must exist in reality.

After scoffing a delicious kibinai (with curd cheese and spinach filling) in the little cozy café beside our partner's office, I spotted this board for playing draughts with recycled pieces. As the hint of a spring sun had disappeared into a snowstorm outside during my snack, this is my blip for today.