My work took me to Bulgaria for the first time – and perhaps the last.
After working long hours and munching on supermarket salad for three evenings while slaving away on the computer until the wee hours, I decided to go out and treat myself to a dinner. Knowing that my trip was going to be very busy, I did not carry any book to read, and thus found myself desperate enough to grab whatever tourist literature was available in my Radisson hotel room, with absolutely no hope that it would be even remotely interesting, though it sometimes proves useful as a deterrent for unsolicited conversation.
Anyhow, within something like 15 seconds of opening Vagabond and reading your keynote (that's how desperate I was – reading the editorial of what I thought was a promotional touristy glossy publication to try to make it last), I found myself completely engrossed in Vagabond. I think I might even steal it from the hotel room. Not only was it witty and coincidentally in line with the way I like to look at the world, but it was full of insights, and it helped me understand many things I was supposed to figure out but nobody bothered to explain before I started my meetings here (many of which with the government).
So that's it. Thank you for the lovely evening.