To all and sunder—I made it! After sweating my kokhony off (use your vivid imaginations) at a non air-conditioned Bard orientation in upstate New York, we got this show on the road.
One transatlantic flight and one semiconscious trip to the hotel later, I finally felt I could say that I had arrived, and set down my bags on the floor of my “business class” hotel room. The motto printed on my welcome sheet in garbled English reads: “We don’t aspire to be the first, but won’t let anyone to be better than we are.”
