BERLIN – After 2 weeks of living in the bush through every extremity I know, I am now on the other side of the world, sleeping in a 4 star hotel. From waking up at 3am and working until midnight, I now have a 10minute talk to give – my only commitment in 5 days. From driving a 4×4 over hilltops to find internet reception I now have to pay 12.50Euro for the fastest connection one can imagine. The action has ceased, its calm, melancholically so. European winter is grey, and I am isolated. I walk the streets as an entity, alone, with not much catching my attention, and so I look for something. Its quiet, colourless, and yet I am quite sure something is here, hiding away. But where? The history of the city is renown but this does not gain my interest. Ive heard enough of this type of story already. Give me something new. Ive learned enough from the past, now its time to move forward.

I feel awkward with the organization of everything – the straight lines, operation, loss of negotiation. Its left me isolated. Though Ive not given up hope, I know theres more. I see reflections, moments of colour, and the occasional crack where these shine through. I must return with a better mindset.

I give my talk, it goes well. Im thinking of home all the time.

It is time for the next chapter.