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Hello Moon Kittens!

It has been a long time since I wrapped my passport in this intertwined sandwich and I must confess, my life has been the poorer for it. Well, now I am here. Evidently, one might say. Perhaps, on the other hand, I am not here and am simply tidying up whilst combing the beach for treasures and this epistle is being crafted in my own imagine.

From the side of the pavement (or sidewalk, as the Americans might say (I add that in case any American fellows stumble upon this letter late at night and are confused by my idiom)), the nun carved a diagonal path toward me, I quickened my pace and moved to the right, anticipating this movement, the nun also moved to her left, now pressure and time were eating into this dance, I moved left, she moved to her right, we were almost upon each other, I resolved to take one last action, I remained still as she, the nun, sailed past (I use this term to convey movement, rather than suggesting that she had, in a split second, changed her bicycle for a boat and that the location had been changed from Warsaw to a lake, perhaps, in or near to Olsztyn) and gave me a most handsome wink in the process. How then was my joy bursting as I retraced my steps in my mind. Imperilled by a nun, saved by a nun!

I see that things are heating up in the Caucuses. It makes one wonder when things will quieten down for a moment. Many years ago, a man stopped by my caravan and told me "they cannot have two eyes and see the things that become from old owls." I have never thought about that until now. I think that Steven Segal also said something similar "in life, as in war, there are two things to remember: love and chance. Love can kill a man if he fails to take chances, chance can bring love if the void of war is filled." How wise, Steven, how wise.

Leaving you this week on a note of positive cartography, I announce the happy arrival of a public holiday on Friday and, therefore, a longer weekend.

Kind refraine.

Hektor.