I was 55 years old when I came to London, and Genia was 41. Were we too old to break up from our roots and start a new life? Should we not have a spark of decent common sense and, put our fingers in the ground, and stay where we were? Were we two runaways - two fools - or - a couple with drive, curiosity and passion who felt we were very much alive and eager to try something new? Why should age stop us? If so, who says so? Should we sit and twiddle our thumbs, feeling stuck, when we yearned for something more in life? Yes, it is all about what life is about.