My brother's grave in the village of Genthod he loved so much. A few days after his funeral the flowers were almost snap frozen with their colour and life intact.
I can't even say a word out of shock! I knew Nick; he employed me as his Communications Officer at the ICJ in Geneva. My health was deteriorating after suffering multiple injuries to my spine in a road accident so I left and eventually came home to Ghana where doctors were hoping the warmer climate would hasten my recovery. I mentioned him in my resignation letter and thanked him for his kindness to me and for his "open door policy" of letting me walk into his office without prior notification. I loved Australian wine- labelled as Coonawarra - and my Boss was the one to explain that it came from a region bearing the name. Oh my God! He had a way of calling me Michael in a very distinct way I still hear ringing in my ears and spoke a fast-paced English that was classic. Suddenly I miss him!