4/16 Montreal. Snow flakes and freezing cold after those few spring days in New York. Gave two presentations. Dinner in a restaurant which the Canadians specifically selected because there would be a projector and a screen on which they could watch the ice hockey game. At my table: India, Kuba twice, Kanada, Texas. Having gone from Germany to the US feels, in this perspective, as if having basically stayed in the same country. Oh yes, the Cubans laughed compassionately when I said I’d become a US citizen last summer.