These days are emotional indeed.

First we spent wonderful days at the Therme Vals , one of the most beautiful spas in the world, built and run by Annalisa and Peter Zumthor. For the first time Rachel and I managed to get one of the beautiful "temporary" rooms. We were lucky to attend two concerts of modern music, Steve Reich's "Violin Phase" played in the spa was wonderful. Finally some time being offline, me and my girl, water and music, snow and mountains and books ("Internet Art", "Philosophien der neuen Technologie") and a great cuisine().
Relaxing in luxury.

Then we went to see my family in Basel, my mother got a really fine little camera (she loves it already), my parents gave us "Cremaster 3", "The Right Way" and Das Bild der Menschenrechte". In a word: Abundance. Cornucopia.

But then: The Tsunami. No words for this.
Muriel is in the region, in Sri Lanka where there more than more than 10,000 people killed. More than 10,000 people killed.
If she followed the christmas plans laid out in her weblog, she was somewhere between Colombo (on the probably safer west coast of Sri Lanka) and the Kandy / Walapane area, which should be safe, far enough from the sea, I guess and hope.
But she hasn't replied via SMS for the last 17 21 hours, so I'm more than a little worried. I almost started praying.

This is horrible.