By Enya Kamadolli
(This was a heartfelt essay written by my 12-year-old daughter that I felt compelled to share)
Happy New Year all!
Over the holidays, I managed to take some time off for some “R&R” which in this case was also “retrospection and realization” in addition to the usual. As far as this blog is concerned, I realized it is a platform where I air my views on all things important to…
The highlight of the past two months (during which this blog went quiet) was my first visit to mainland China. I was filled with much anticipation as we landed in Hangzhou on a cold afternoon in March but I had no misconceptions about the city I was visiting.
[Note to the reader: this post has nothing to do with my work or technology or investing or other professional opinions, hopes and aspirations]
It has been a memorable weekend!
The Japanese expression of gratitude we heard everywhere, almost always accompanied by a bow, delivered with a lilt, is so different from the distant almost insincere “thank you” we mutter in most parts of the world. And that is Japan for you: a modern, developed society, that is so genuine…
by Esmé, my thirteen year old middle-schooler
(A heartfelt composition I was compelled to share)
I do not weep for my city as it is
I weep in memory of how it was
Positano… aaah… arrive’ derci!
Originally published at blog.kamadolli.com on August 2, 2007.