In Busan
Busan, North Port, 8 June 2026 It was overcast on this day, and my mood was likewise. I strolled around, pretty listless, when a WhatsApp message from Telmo, one of my students in Santa Cruz do Sul doing some training at one of the hospitals here, asked whether I would have time for lunch. And, so we had a pleasent conversation over lunch. On my way back to the hotel it began to drizzle, yet after a brief stay in my room I ventured out again, learned from the receptionist that the port was in walking distance and felt excited when I got there: space, the sea, and stunning architecture – precisely my idea of paradise. Well, one of them ...