Notes from the roof. One morning in February 2013, my second day in New York, I made a strong cup of coffee and picked up a notebook. I climbed up to the roof. True to form, the baggage handlers at Brussels airport had been on strike so my worldly possessions were on a 2-week holiday without me. I peered at the shapes on the city skyline, absorbed the sounds of 9 million people, and thought - "how about starting a blog". Check back here to find out what it turns into.
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