The flashbacks are brief but intense, like large drops of rain on a humid day, although they feel less like your friend who sits behind you on a plane or train poking you on your skull and more like a bubble escaping from a small gap on the surface of your brain.
You never quite know what the bubble might contain, if it’s real or a concocted recollection.
It was strange and melancholic how quickly the atmospere changed yesterday afternoon. The short and intense two weeks fell away so fast it was easy to lose balance. But the outlook remains positive, contrary to previous international experiences, we have the oppurtunity to regroup and reminisce, and I hope we do.