Always interesting traveling around the world. I just love the fact that I am just one of millions and that we are all different and all strangely the same. I see parents kissing their children and children ignoring their parents. I see people trying to live their lives, sometimes under truly impossible circumstances.
I realize that some never want to call themselves citizens of the world. I, for one, am proud to describe myself as such. It seems to me that it places me in a proper context. War knows no borders. Neither does peace. Violence, global warming, sickness, pain, love. . . All of these belong to the world and to falsely categorize them as national issues rather than international ones strikes me as very very strange indeed.
Cheers from Delhi!