"Love and peace from Iraq"

I had a pedicure. How could one start walking on a new life path without carefully taken care of feet?

Well, when I say "a new life" it's relative. Because it really looks like the old one: messy and busy. As I left my office on Wednesday after a wonderful farewell lunch (for some reason people I work with seem encouraged in eating more and better), with my suitcase and my flowers bouquet in my hands, I took the train to Brussels, without an hour of respite. I continued my trip, looking for friends, business contacts or my luggage scattered around Europe. I am to leave London soon but still collecting my belongings from previous movings. Business as usual.

Some terrible as well as beautiful things have happened in the past weeks. Whatever happens to us, there is hope for courageous and loving people, as this message I received proves it: I have been informing many colleagues, friends and contacts about my professional change. In return I have received wondefully supportive and beautiful messages among which one ends with: "Love and peace from Iraq".