"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
Ladies and Gentlemen, collegues and friends,
back from Barcelona’s BIM summit
and as a wholehearted thanks to all who attended, commented, tweeted and had a beer with us,
we are glad to present you
the BIM convention drinking game
suitable for every occasion
especially good for webinars
where you don’t need to smuggle alchool in a conference room
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