Diary 304

Sunday, January 17th

Today would have been my old chum Gabor’s 66th birthday – except he was killed while reporting on the Iraq war 20 years ago and more. How is it I still ‘hear’ him in so many ways? Time is more and more of an illusion when it comes to the attachments we have. Some things – some people – simply transcend it.  I was very lucky to know him.