Sun still warm.
Sebastian plays football on the Common. Long hair blows in the wind.
‘Sebastian, pass to me’.
A day of emotion; back to Newbury to meet my Vodafone colleagues;
A small talk; emotion there.
Familiar faces, great people; ‘Kopf hoch’,
Gratitude to Vodafone.
My taxi driver, Tas, escapes Bosnia in ’92…..16 years old;
20+ years in UK; builds a life, but not a journey he wanted or wishes on anyone;
His feeling for those displaced just now.
Back on the Common, a fresh breeze, then two boys come from Valentina’s class;
‘How are you, will the leg get better, oh I see’
My joy is watching you run and play;
‘Live every day like your last’; profound for a boy in his 13th year.
‘Oh my gosh, great kick Sebastian’.