Oops … there it is. … Happy New Year!


This time things are different. The city seems empty. Temperatures are rising. Summer is here. I see how important context is, how much I depend on my cultural and climatic heritage, to properly feel the passing of another year. It seems I need the cold, the long nights and the crushing dominance of Christmas to truly believe that it is over.

This time it feels like the New Year sneaked up on me. … Welcome anyway. I hope we have a good time.

A Great 2015, to all of you, …

… and especially to some of you!


Middle Earth

I leave New Zealand, the stunning landscapes and wilderness, far away from the rest of the world; the movie set that brought Tolkien’s world to life. … Wait a moment. … I remember a time when I thought that this country was one big sheep farm somewhere at the end of the world. Now it is the Shire? It seems to me that the “Kiwis”, as they call themselves after birds that cannot fly, are searching for an identity; one that helps them to survive or even prosper on their remote outpost, while the world changes. What did I see beyond all this natural beauty?