When Zuzana asks me to say something I am grateful for in my life she immediately adds:
‘Something other than your son!’
In that case, well, there were some seriously beautiful moments, many years ago, the stuff that novels and movies and series are made of.
Now my life is teaching from 9.00 to 21.00 or from 7.00 to 21.00 and working with people. Some of which are quite fine and some of which are idiots in the original Greek sense of the world. Add some narcissism to the mix and you get an idea of what am dealing with. Most of them are quite fine. Just rarely people who ignite my soul. You can say that’s just too much to ask for. Most people consider themselves lucky if they work with people who they can tolerate and vice versa.
Adult life is a sticky bus on a rainy day filled with people you are trying hard to be invisible to.
As of 2020 with face masks to make it all a little bit more damp and impersonal.