This European Diary | Terminal II
I'm still high on adrenaline, words pouring out of me at ten times their normal speed. I know I'm going to come down hard at some point. We've come straight from Photokina, our long goodbyes still ringing in our ears. A couple of hours of standby, a few bumps through storm clouds and we're at Marco Polo, in darkness and in light.
A world away.