Watching the jutland hills, Kattegat sea, trees of mols, touching the soil and grass at the school, feeling the heat of the sun and smelling the fertilizers in the morning mist makes a cityboy reflect on the meaning of life. Group dynamics, communication, motivation, leader ethics, conflict management, leadership roles, body languages, admiral, gardner, philosopher, diplomat gone hippie, talk show host, theory, words, sounds all going through one ear and out of the others.... But my eyes. My eyes watches to other eyes all the time. And they watch me too all the time. I am sure. And I can sense it´s not a coincidence... Sanne I know You feel the same way.
I love You.
Thomas
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