One morning in February, I get up early, feverish and happy. I’m getting ready for a long-planned dinner. A dinner that confronts me with what I want, where I am, where I want to go. I no longer have time for bad decisions. We are all getting older, that is at least justice in this world, but what do we want to accomplish before setting sail? These are the thoughts that inhabit me at the start of this sunny day.
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The unexpected
