Coffee Cup

"Coffee Cup"

Wake up in the morning
Stretch your arms towards the sun
Say something in Chinese
And go to Paris…
Every minute, somewhere in the world there is morning
Somewhere, people stretch their arms towards the sun
They speak new languages, fly from Cairo to Warsaw
They smile and drink coffee together.

-Anastasia Baburova

Last month, in daylight in the middle of Moscow, journalist and intellectual Anastasia Baburova was shot and killed. She was born the same year as me - 1983 - yet it seems almost like she lived in different times. Her life story, her brilliant ideas, her tragic death, had me breathless.

I listened to the article while on the Economist's podcast while I was jogging this morning. You can also read the story at the Economist here.