When the plane brought me up into the air yesterday, there was a moment of sadness. The sadness of leaving after a few days in a special place with good and brave people. Leaving after enjoying the company of people, who are very passionate about what they do and people who follow on the things that I do and say, more than I had ever expected.
I was more than once touched very deeply by the passion and the warmth of my reception in Russia. I am not talking about the facebook "LIKE" passion here. I feel this is different.
I took a picture with my phone to capture the moment, looking out into the sky over St. Petersburg, with a little tear in my eye, and a smile on my lips as I looked into the sun knowing that I will come back.