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Today I woke up to the smell of something different. Olav is on duty from 5 to 8 in the morning, and he usually set the table with bread, cheese and hot water. The cheese is gone, so now we enjoy bread and water. But today he made rice pudding. I knew he was capable of making pudding, but this breakfast was surprising since the bag of rice was empty last week. He had his own rice in his personal box. Thank you, Olav! We need small pleasures out here.