I remember our last chat on the phone and how you inspired me and how much I talked about work and how much I missed you. I didn’t know how to tell you that other than telling you that story of having been drunk the day before and going to sleep so dizzy and sick that I thought I’d die — and thinking that I want to see you again before I die. I am interested in your work, your life there. I often think of you running, working, dancing, walking, taking a bus there. I miss your life.

I remember biking with you between the exhibitions in Berlin, talking to people, locking down our bikes, just riding and having you ride in front of me, being happy that you were there, that you were happy. I want to be happy like that again. I want to go and hike Mount Kilimanjaro with you. I want to go and visit a small Greek island with you and get lost, eat good food and make love to you in the open with the beautiful vista of the blue sea around us. I want to take you to France, to my old place where I lived in the Rhone-Alpes, I want to go around there with you, go to the lake, eat good French food and make love to you. I want to see Australia with you, with those magnificent trees standing above us. I want to meet your brother and your mother, I want to give them a hug. I want you to tell me more about your father. I want to see you be happy and free with me.