|Steve Huxley, happy. (Picture by Dani Ruiz)|
On a day like today, I could not go to sleep without first opening a beer and spend some time doing these two things that I love: thinking and writing.
I think, about earlier experiences and the significance that the individual and collective action of people can have. I write, in memory and in honour of you, Steve, that have left us like orphans: all of us those who, directly or indirectly, have been your pupils.