<div align="center"> <strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">ROISSY – ZURICH SWITZERLAND</span></strong><br/><br/>(http://i64.tinypic.com/287kj8l.jpg) <br/><br/>_______________</div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div><br/>Normally, I might take delight at the curious phenomena of not being able to distinguish night from day.  But I am not prone to marvel at how it feels.  It is odd here.  Ari and I walk to what can only be called seedy bars and inquire.  There’s no doubt that our diamonds are known to have been stolen and when the name du Monde is brought up, there is a clear indictment through silence that it is she who was responsible.<br/><br/>I wonder whether Jaclyn is safe.  Has she made progress?  Does she need extraction?  Help?  She said she would contact us if necessary.  Has it not been necessary?<br/><br/>Pesky as gnats!  That’s what I think.   When working-women ask if Ari and I need ‘company’, I shake my head no, politely, but it is ‘no’.  Occasionally, I actually have to say the words.  Either way, it gets a wink, a nod, or a ‘have fun boys’.  Ari seems more amused by it.  I am not at all amused.<br/>