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I read an amazing book. I am not sure I blogged about a book before. But this one is hard to remain indifferent. Elena game it to me as a birthday present and the first chapter was enough to tell me this was not going to be a boring biography.  Three cups of tea should be read by about anyone passionate about non profits, anyone with a view on the war on terrorism, anyone with a view on the economics and politics of poverty, anyone with a view on how to change the world, one child at a time. Dr. Greg, as the book describes, makes me think of my so many times, though he is so much better. He had no ambition but to build one school when he started, all he wanted was to make that accomplishment in place of the K-2 failure he had. He was overwhelmed by all he wanted to do with so little time and so little money. He had the ups and downs of big donations and endless letters and proposals with no reply. He had worse, he had the threats of fellow americans that did not agree with him ...

Yes, I am writing this on July 14. In fact, I don't think it ever rains as much in London as in July and August. People have this conviction that it rains in London all the time. I guess it is a syndrome of the movies - they set movies to be filmed during the summer to see if the weather is better and then it always rains. As an example, last year, was the first Wimbledon that it did not rain (always in june) and in reality this was the first year that they put a glass roof over the central court. Who would think. Moreover, when we got to May and we were all happy about our new terrace, we had a warning that no one was allowed to water plants and gardens because we were having a drought in London. Indeed, it rained very little this winter. But I don't know why the authorities worried. You only had to get to June or July for the rain to start falling, and pouring, all the time, every day and every night. For those of you who hope for good weather and reserve the summ...