
I was recently asked by the publishers of Qatar airlines to write about my favourite street in Geneva for their in-flight magazine. This was the equivalent of asking a duck to take a swim and of course, I over-ran on the word count. Apart from the enormous pleasure, writing it churned up quite a few memories of my first years in Geneva living in my tiny flat in the old town and listening to all the alien sounds of life echoing through the inner courtyard. Life in a european city in those early days, as opposed to my previous life in the countryside of England, was exciting and enthralling (the price for being an expat came later). I miss it, I miss the friends I made – old friends and all that means – and I am lucky that it will always remain a home but I am, undeniably, happier here in London back “home”.
http://www.agencyfish.com/Oryx_Magazine_April2012/
Daniel Blanco said,
March 28, 2012 @ 1:02 pmDear Jules,
There is this amazing part of life, as we find ourselves in a place, thinking, why God? Then to someday consider it a home, equivalent to the home we were born into, into the home we grew up in and up to. There is something special about feeling at home in one of the world’s great cities, to know that not only is it a part of you, but you are a part of it. There is no place like home, and blessed are those who have more than one.
It reminds me of the times I have told people I have had 3 great loves. Some women respond with, “There is only one great love in a lifetime.” I differ. Just as there is more than one great city, there is more than one great woman. And if the source of love is infinite, can’t there be infinite sources of love?
Kind regards,
Daniel