(typo t-shirt, SixPack Artists)

”Come,” said the Lord again, “I will make a covenant between me and you. I, I will not measure you out any more distress than you need to write your books.”’

Isak Dinesen, in The Young Man with the Carnation

The three of us stuck in that long, long, southbound train - could we have been more different? Not easily.

Rodrigão, always silent, who knew the capital of Samoa and the typical dish of the Ukraine and which explorers had attempted the northwestern passage. He is a veritable gentle giant - even if he was very tempted to slap the little girl in pink still. Pipa, hiding from the plebs behind purple sunglasses. She was still not sure why we weren't flying to Lisbon instead - it was so fast and easy, and there's always bubbly in first class. And yours trully, of course. I spent four hours trying to figure out what I had left at home this time.

Rodrigo: The three of us, travelling, we could make a reality show.
Pipa: It would be so great. The Brains, the Diva and the Idiot.
YT: Wait a minute. Which of us would be the idiot?