Sometimes all it needs is a visit from your brother. Or your sister. As different as our paths are, as far as we live from each other, one night chatting over champagne and a long breakfast together, has adjusted a lot of things for me. And answered even more questions. It is such a gift to have grown up with the same language and to kind of mirror each other's gestures. Well, some of them, of course. So, thank you Mr., for stopping by and sorry, for me secretly using your shoes for this post. I hope to see them again soon. Have a great trip home!