Thursday, November 23, 1995

Kathmandu, the forty-fourth day,


Three times ten years for these four times eleven days in Asia. I received calls from Michel and Micky, but silence from Damien, Danny and David, even Christopher has not called! It's like when we celebrate birthday, we are disappointed by the absence of a few close friends but welcome the unexpected affection received from casual acquaintances. Half the hotel expressed to me congratulations. French wine, (at least if it was not of good quality), cake, candles and more great gifts also came to surprise me from Robert, making me one last visit before his departure.
If the purchase of this gigolo watch is my gift to myself, the silver shell pendant of Le CLAC is at least as beautiful and less vulgar. A small Buddha in gilded copper, I seemed already to have seen somewhere, completed the list of my presents. I did not know what to think of Robert that I thought full of himself and snobbish; his generosity and his little marks of affection really touched me.

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