Halfway In, Halfway Out.
Here we are, at the middle point. Five months ago, we knew nothing of these grounds; we hadn’t even set foot in this forest. Five months. That’s all it is, and that’s all it takes. So what has changed? I’d like to say a few grey hairs and perhaps a few extra pounds, but that would probably be half a lie. Or half the truth for that matter.
B-School for the world where we study with 90 other nationalities: this surely is bound to create a certain disorder—even a mess. Or does it?