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The delays, all the waiting teaches new lessons in patience, and the overall state of limbo can be conducive to letting the mind roam freely. There's plenty of time to allow for that, plus the fact one can sit back and do nothing. Doing nothing is doing something, and it does take some effort to reach this point.

Today, it is simply too hot to think even, leave alone to hold on to the image of the distant isle which appears as a mirage slowing floating further away and disappearing beyond the horizon. So much has transpired... days have passed, a whole year's worth in which there has been plenty of time to thresh out the details of the seminar, fine tune it even, that the whole thing already feels done – papers presented, workshops given, the conversations, even a lengthy Q and A, all done, at least in our heads, without even leaving town.

There is hope, a fragile kind of hope – like the angle in the sky who has wings made of wispy clouds that may blow away even in the faintest of breeze and she plummets to gravity. But no worry of that happening for the time being, there is not the slightest of movement, not even of a leaf. It seems someone hit the fast forward button on Spring and here we are, in April, panting in the summer-like heat.

A meeting has been set in the teashop in the square, wonder if the others will be on time. No doubt the unseasonal rise in temperature will be a point of discussion, a lengthy one, maybe, because that way we can delay talking about little change in our situation of going nowhere, about how we have had to rein in what now seems to be our naive excitement over making plans of flying off to exotic places, and face up to the fact that all we do is walk to meet in this same teashop in the same square once every three weeks or so. Unless one of us has an important development to share, one that cannot be told any other way except face to face, then we quick foot our way and hope to find our favourite corner table unoccupied.

15 minutes later we find each other at the corner table, with me being the last one to arrive. They were early.

«It is way too hot to be walking around»
   «Yes»
   «…too hot to do anything in the day and too hot to sleep at night»
   «…some tea?»
   «I need something to cool me down, my mother's been on the phone complaining about the heat enough to burn a hole in my ear»
   «I thought you'd told her you had lost your mobile…»
   «…she didn't believe me; she's got some bizarre self-created theory about global warming, GW, she calls it. And about who is to blame, and how GW is sent our way particularly to demobilize us.»
   «…?»
   «I told her there are far too many fingers being pointed at GW, and that there possibly is another, the real, culprit who is getting away with it all and having the last laugh…»

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