I was 27, sitting in a fancy consultancy in Amsterdam, analysing banks like a good girl.
One random afternoon I looked out the window, saw two beautiful crows, and thought:
“Is this really it? Is there nothing more?”
So I stood up, kissed my computer screen goodbye, and walked out of the office in the middle of the day, leaving my colleagues speechless.
I ended up in a bar drinking champagne… and on the third or fourth glass, I had a revelation:
“I am Buddha.”
From my memoir “The Russian Patient”. For publishing enquiries, contact me here.