There you are, 2018. I was expecting you. I learned some lessons from your predecessor. How about yourself? Looking for trouble? I am ready. I tell you something: you will be dead on December 31st. And I will still be around. If then you were a good year, I will cherish your memory. If not, I will forget about you, like I forgot about 2017. I know you don't care. Neither do I. Counting your days. Ready? - One.
We once were thinking that summer in Stockholm and winter in Malta would be a nice annual migration scheme. But for now it turned out to be summer in Germany and winter in Malta. To be more precise: from Frankfurt up to the Westerwald and The Three Cities. Malta is a good place to be, when you need no input. For example if you feel like going into a cave to "write things up", then you will find with the Maltese National Library a much better version of that. And if it really has to be a cave, then also many of these are available. In Germany though - very much in contrast to the platitude - there is culture, innovation, vibrancy and (now listen!) even humour. You can get a lot of input, have interesting conversations, and meet quite outstanding people. If you are German, and like me, sometimes wonder why foreigners use the term "German efficiency", then a trip to Malta will help you understand and appreciate it. We like the mix of both. And last but not least the deep forest on the one hand and the turquoise Mediterranean sea on the other, make a good annual balance.