I was right about the parking and had another peaceful and quite night. There is always a small negative point about the parking location and here it was the lack of fresh air and consequently the heat, as the breeze was not sufficient. The air really cooled off only late after midnight and up to then it was a struggle to keep still and avoid more heat through moving. Modern adventures have funny difficulties which make you think a lot about the past adventurers who did not have the technology of today. I leave it to your judgement to decide which century had produced the real adventurer.

With almost everything discovered and accessible in today’s world, is the word adventure still applicable; are there adventures out there? If so would it be applicable to me and what I am doing? Or is adventure the privilege of the mountain climbers, base jumpers or the wingsuit flyers? Are adventures these day’s a competition of close to death sports and only if you die you make it into the news and the top of the charts? Did Red Bull buy the rights to the word adventure? I could go even further and question if it is important to me or is it important at all, what you, or anybody calls it what you are doing? It was not much of an adventure for me now to be in the city of Boa Vista parking outside the Volkswagen dealer and using the internet and I do not want to question this.

Whatever I am doing, I would take a break from it and as in the last thirty years disappear the day before my birthday up to the day after my birthday. So I say good bye for the moment, enjoy my birthday present, which is my baby Matilda with Morena who will be coming the day after tomorrow and stay with me for a week. Being with your child is definitely an adventure and I respect all mothers and fathers who live this adventure.

At this stage and because the picture of the dead three year old child with his red shirt, his short and his sneakers lying on the beach in Bodrum, Turkey made the headlines of the world press today, because I am an adventurer and a father, because I am a critic and an ass, because I am a photographer and a human, I want to express my deep and profound compassion about the Syrian father who lost his wife and his two children while he was trying to offer a better life in Europe to his family.