Swiss Brackets

Sushis, a big TV to re-watch Gravity in HD and "Jose James", whispering in my ears through my favorite headphones (QC15), kindly replaced by Bose three years after their purchased (guys... I could French kiss you for that). A great wedding, other sushis with precious friends, an Italian smile and a week and brain out of gravity, far from everything.

In 40 hours, I will be reading documents, catching-up with emails and talking with my colleagues, preparing an important month for Afghanistan. As if I had never left, except this quiet music in my mind. I love my life.

01 March 2014: R&G wedding guests trying to start fireworks, Divonne-les-Bains, France

Last but very not least ... Simon Green, bass

Few years ago, taking an airplane was, in my mind, associated with the notion of travel and packing was a part of the process, one of the last step before discovering a new place. Something exciting.Today, packing became part of a boring ritual. The content of my bag is always the same and, on the way back, packing only consists in trying to squeeze food and books between my clothes. No excitement, just an automatic process, my mind floating somewhere else.If I'm with some friends, it's ok. But usually, I'm alone, left with space to think. Some time to kill, alone, downloading a last album, watching a movie, eating or drinking for the last time  what I won't be able to touch for weeks or months (and although I am already full). Hours in an hotel room, an airport terminal, train, waiting...Thinking about me having spent a few days in Switzerland is always like thinking about an half empty glass. Or is it an half full one?17 June 2011: A., Zurich, Switzerland. The next two pictures were way better. But my iPhone crashed while processing them and deleted them... grrr!If walking in an airport was a soundtrack, it would be Bonobo, Live at Koko (example). May God bless Bose and its QC 15