To be free as a bird right now, a fine thing indeed, to soar into the high skies on the way south across the Mediterranean, the Sahara and the Sahel to the dense jungle of the equator, a beautiful dream at the end of this tunnel, because the world could be viewed different from above and suddenly lose all the warlike moments of terror that too often hold us captive. But right now after a brilliant midsummer hurry out, onwards and upwards!