Today I stept on Banja´s foot with my flip flops on. Must have been painful. Not on purpose of course. Saying goodbye to the kids is always kind of a fight. Dwarfs jumping on you, bombing with love. So you can loose balance in this situations, yes. And Budhha knows who is standing behind you. This time it was Banja, the youngest boy – so tiny feet, Jesus. Before I could do something more helpful, he left into the building. I could see his fight in pain in his movement. And more bombing and jumping, so I jumped on my bike to escape, not to cause more damage, me clumsy leviathan. And Banja suddenly stands in front of me, offering me high five and waving goodbye. Kind of a knight this Banja, right.
