Walking On Water.

In Corfu after many many years and there was a job to be done. A small ceremony. It was planned for Thursday afternoon just before the sunset, on a tiny piece of land in the middle of the bay with only a little white church in the center. How would you describe it? Beautiful, humble, funny and honest maybe. Just like life is (or should be).

Good Old London.

Not Yet, Not Yet.

I have returned to London. The place where I started from, almost 9 months ago. As I was expecting it feels odd, familiar and alien at the same time. I'm sure it's only an illusion and it will pass, but somehow my eyes and my brain have not arrived yet.

The point of this post is to give an updated answer to the question of the title. And it's obviously "not yet". So we will continue here for who knows how long. I'd like to thank all the good friends that have visited this little journal so far. I hope it has been (and will continue to be) interesting. Let's keep walking then.                          

Blink And You'll Miss It.

My last clear visual memories of Brazil during the heist-movie-like escape across the Oiapoque river. Numb but truthful.