California Dreaming

When I was 16 and going off for my high-school exchange year, I really wanted to go to California. To Los Angeles. I was totally smitten with Hollywood and I pictured myself as a future lawyer (clearly, too much L.A. Law had been consumed) living in Beverly Hills, with my very own pool boy. I…

The time has come

Yesterday it was time. And never has Kahlil Gibran’s On Children, been more suitable. I don’t think I ever have hugged him as hard as I did at the airport yesterday. I don’t even remember telling him that I love him. On the other hand I have done so 7000 times before. But I told…