How happy I am to be STAYING in Brussels this time; and not having to leave at the crack of dawn the next morning for a marathon train journey to Vienna, or Berlin. Though I must admit, after a certain amount of time has passed, I would love to see Adelina again, in Manhattan in Vienna. But my Vienna trips will become fewer & far between from now on. Maybe once a year only. It is too far to travel, unless I return to flying, which I do not intend to do. Though I must admit, on that last leg of the ICE trip back to Brussels from Vienna I felt as suddenly vulnerable and defenceless as I ever do on a plane. Fear was really in the air that week. It was impossible not to become infected by it. The atmosphere was thick with it. It was cloying.