We had dinner in the Italia in Zurich. I don’t go there too often, but I like it. It was probably one of the last nights you could sit outside this year (I also had a swim in the early evening in the Limmat which was surprisingly nice). I was there with a friend and his working colleague. We were mainly talking about Africa. Actually we were only talking about Africa (and a little about Ahmad Schah Massoud who was assassinated on September 8, 2001, and a little about the brothel city in Calcutta). Next year will be my personal year of Africa (which sounds absolutely stupid, but I guess that’s how it will be). We were talking about a possible trip to Ghana and then maybe to Liberia, to the slums of Manrovia. It’s always about the next trip you do, the next thing. The light today was golden, the year already starts its descent. Doing plans for 2014 can make you very melancholic. It’s September. The best month in the year anyway. The September issue. Anna Wintour knows what I am talking about.