Antother scene from the school feast last June. Everybody did something, teachers, relatives, students, and friends' friends. I made photos for a catalogue of the flowers the school will prepare for the next year. This shot is dedicated to Flavia, to soothe her emotional turmoil as well as to show the treatment I made on her stiff shoulders last night. I hope she didn't have the same expression as the girl in the foreground (I couldn't see it). The more I look at this shot and the moore that girl looks both relaxed and a bit in pain. Am I wrong? It's true that, in order to relax one sometimes has to suffer: for instance, when I submitted myself to a complete session of Rolfing. The rolfer made me shout more than once, not to speak of the cursing at his ancestors. The poor man was trying to de-knot my muscles, which were all clumps and twists after years of urban life. Some of you commented about my penchant for Oriental thought. Yes, and I even read the Cambridge History of Indian Thought in 4 volumes. Very heavy stuff, especially if dropped on one's foot! Thank you for your kind comments.