On Monday, I fell on the sidewalk in front of the kids’ school. Straight on my chin. Cut open, of course. Now, after the initial shock, after the pain has past a little , I can say one thing. With my blood on the sidewalk, it’s like I was part of New Zealand for a few days (the rain washed it away today). But with this new wound which soon will become a scar—on my face, they’re all on my face—, New Zealand will be part of me forever. Now even visibly so. Life tattoos. ️ Ps. I’m better, thanks for all your messages!