No one will give a damn about this note apart from me… But will feel better after publishing it.

It’s been more than two years since I tried to publish a note about my return from Australia (Yeah, it was ages ago…), but every time I would work on the sketches, I’d stop at some point, finding an excuse or a so-called priority, not to put myself in it. And then it would never come out…

I finally found a way to finish this damn note (in a somewhat expeditious mode, I reckon…).

Metaphorical dirty summary of a period not very funny…

Malika Smith

Grandpa left us…

I can’t help remembering him again in the garden, teaching me the basics of gardening.

He, dexterous, the gesture assured, his hands well placed on his rake (which was twice my size at that time…), observing me with a benevolent eye, while I, clumsy from all of my 3 years of age , was trying very hard not to stain my dear little varnished shoes in the soil…

I still had a long way to go at that time….

So I painted this scene, based on a picture I like.

Goodbye grandpa.

M.S.