Day 123
Back in London. Cold London. Is it just me or is it particularly cold for this time of year? I mean it’s May already. Welcome to an English summer I guess… which I’ll take over a Bangladesh summer any day thanks. It’s slightly surreal but comforting to be back; England appears exactly as I left it. Coming back into a world so familiar, but in which I have been the one changed, means I see it all a bit differently now. If nothing else it’s amazing to be a spectator again, to just watch the world and not have the world watch me. I’m practically invisible. At last! I took this little man, my nephew, to the park and watched him earnestly rearrange the cones. And no one even asked me what country I’m from.
