Second night in London. Second night with an internet connection that is so bad I almost cannot connect to this blog page. There must be an invasion of ETs that each night around this time decide to collectively call home. And block everybody else’s internet access.

It was kind of a strange day today. With people most of whom did not know about Patrick’s accident, which was good in a way. At times I had thought that everybody knows. How could they not? But the reality is, and it was good to see this reality, that this tragic accident does not affect everybody.

At dinner, we were talking about the work of interpreters and Jost, a friend, told me that he had interviewed the last surviving interpreter from the Nuremberg tribunal for a book he had written together with a colleague. That interpreter was a Jew who had lost all, all of is family during the nazi regime. They had all been killed, without exception. And then, he had interpreted what they had to say at their tribunal. Isn’t it incredible what people are able to do, what they are able to take, what they are able to cope with?

Pádraig today set a new PB (swimmers know what I’m talking about). He managed the speech valve for 12 full hours without any problem whatsoever. Almost to the contrary: he did not have to be suctioned during the day and his oxygen levels staid high. It’s yet another sign of things to come!