delayed fear

For a moment we held our breaths this morning when the worldservice news told us about an earthquake with 60+ dead near where our child is roaming the globe at the moment and there were futile attempts to reach her via various phone numbers etc. 

And then we could breath calmly again because of course she is fine, at the last minute she decided to take a different route.

So this will become another of her nomad tales like the one about the night journey in northern Laos with a busload of soldiers and guns and faulty breaks and the single Buddhist monk to smile at or the flight from Bukhara to Tashkent with the plane falling apart inside and outside.

Please, let her luck never run out.