Airport, flight, taxi, hotel, conference, few meetings, taxi, airport, flight, home. The streets are passing by. I've never been to this city and it may take some time before I return.
"You're Flemish, right?," is about the only conversation I have with a local. The cab driver.
Classy hotel, top floor with excellent park views. Within few days I'm having my first job interview in two years. Smooth, maybe too smooth for my liking. Until I'm stricken with a question:
"Do you miss Sydney?"
"No, not at all," I'm laughing it away, feeling where it's heading: Aren't you gonna vanish Down Under any time soon?
I don't know. I really don't. Just let me think about it.
