Part of the problem with ex-pat life is saying goodbye. It doesn’t get any easier.

The guys at the office made is particularly hard because there’s a lot of them and I’ve had a hand in hiring all of them and by giving me some particularly fine presents. Three liters of Sono fuel*, a cartoon**, some Ukrainian CDs and a medal declaring me an “honorary member of the test team”.

I am a little overcome
* Finest Nemirof, the best vodka in the world
** never work with artists