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I’m in Addis. Transit from Paris, from Poland, from life to life.
I’m in the business lounge because Remy Martin paid for the Business tickets. It’s 6:30am. A man sleeps with his mouth open in the seat across from me. A businessman who has a presentation tomorrow when he will be in a crisp suit and talking numbers. For now he’s just a human being, a vulnerable one who has his mouth open. He has no blog deadline to worry about. He’s not thinking, ‘What reason do I give le Gang for not posting today?”
I have no blogpost today because for the past week I have been having long days seeing sights and sounds of Europe and having late nights smelling and drinking cognac. It’s Remy Martin’s fault, that we are here on a Tuesday with no post. However, si next week is also another week?
Thanks for understanding. I knew you would.
Otherwise your lives are good? Anything exciting happened to you last week?
See you in three hours Nairobi.
Oriti.
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