Where are Dublin's Garas?

I am sitting in a corporate office already for three hours today when I decide to have a sneak to nomadlife.org It seems the bloggers are sort of getting bored and want to find new ways of blogging and discussing around different topics.

I see a comment left by Tom Gara. Tom and I sat pretty much on the same desk for a decent amount of months. And as I remember him in Rotterdam in total agony caused by the Dutch rain wearing A trash bag, I can also remember him in total happiness and harmony in Egypt while we were eating amazing and super cheap Egyptian food somewhere in Cairo.

Point being: It doesn’t matter if living in a country that could allow all room to an uneventful life or in a noisy place like Cairo, Tom Gara’s blog is always full of Tom-ness. I guess it is a mix of eloquence and wittiness together with an amazing ability to find unusual events what makes this man one of the best story tellers ever.

And the thing is… now I am sitting 9 to 5 in a corporate office in Dublin (also once Gara’s home) which totally lacks excitement while Tom is driving on the dessert in UAE; but not that long ago, being located in the same uneventful point of the world Tom’s comments conducted us to interesting conversations around topics like the subjective perception we have of time, to what is the sexiest language in the world, and many others.

I wonder where all the great Garas have hidden in Dublin. They simply bring so much more to life than what it regularly is…

Yes, it is missing the ER dudes, but it is missing that non classical sharpness you got to know in your group of friends, knowing then you were probably spending time with the greatest minds you will get to know in your lifetime.