Last Tuesday was my friend Guillaume's birthday, and he arranged a dinner for himself at Shimla, a swanky Indian restaurant on London Road. Nineteen of us were there. We had drinks (I had Maker's Mark on the rocks and thought of Linda Roebke), we ate good food, and we talked about the world and life.
The waiter was wonderful. At one point he asked us if anyone at the table was British. I looked around and realized for the first time that no one was. I knew everyone and counted how many nationalities were represented: There were people from 14 different countries -- Finland, Sweden, Denmark, Cyprus, France, Italy, Australia, New Zealand, South Africa, Hungary, Austria, Germany, Canada and the United States.
I'll probably never eat with such diverse company again. It occurred to me later and with great force that the people at that table will be the people who steer this planet in whatever direction it's going to go. There were students of law, journalism (guess who), economics, philosophy, politics, neurology, biology, sociology, physics. They're all brilliant, sociable and multilingual. They're my generation. They're graduating soon and becoming leaders.
I hope they know what they're doing. I hope they give me good things to write about. Good, positive things.
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