The last of the blood is off the walls. Holes still dot the plaster, and a cold wind drifts through cracked windows. My chairs and tables are a heap of broken skeletons.
But the lights are still on.
This is my last full blog before our cocktail recipe brings the year to a close. In an astonishing stroke of luck, we can we finish with the drink I wanted to end with. I will explain more next week, but I only have enough ingredients for two attempts, so fingers crossed we do not spill either
Thank you for reading. I really mean that. Although I never know how many readers we have amongst the stars, I hope you have learnt a little about life here on Buber, and some of the people we have met. This whole experience has made me closer to grandmother. Now both of us have survived the elements, battled against adversity. The bar will continue for another year. We will carry on.
The Haircut still rolls across the Universe. We do not have any control over that. But let me share something with you. There are already plants growing on the spots where we buried the dead.
This disaster is a chance to plan the landscape, rather than rely on a hodgepodge of ideas built over generations. We can grow crops and fruit with real intention, with every farmer responsible for a specific area of the planet. Our landing areas will be clean and professional. Thick thorn-filled hedges will stop the parsnipheads reaching anything important. I may even hire someone to give me a hand.
And most excitingly, we might create some guest rooms.. There was never time before, but now we can create a whole new building. Will future guests drink coffee in a cosy bed, and look up at the Scar from a hotel window?
I understand there are places that are in a very bad way, and we are a dot in the grand scale of the universe. But listen. You can fight back. You can turn this disaster into something positive.
Next time you visit, Buber will be better than ever before.
