I have the most beautiful working space in the world. Or at least, the most beautiful working space i ever had. Sahar, who arrived in this country on the same day, other coast, responded to my sense of alienation here (her sense of alienation over there): “we did not come here to feel at home.” How true that is, we came here to work.
Carried by all the wisdom of those women doing intellectual work before us. A room of one’s own and much more than 500 guineas, thanks to Marie Curie…
This is Susan’s office, my desk is in front of the window. This is the view from the window: redwoods. Only redwoods.
The forest hides a pot of white parade roses (a present from Susan when we first met) on my desk, a beautiful card Nadia send me from Morocco some years ago, a beautiful picture of Giulia in Rotterdam, and much more…
Thinking a lot of Meryem and Nadia now, girls good luck with this life of writing, writing writing…
And thinking of Maud.