Masa left this morning, and I am very sad. Although there was a bit of a language barrier between us, we seemed to have a silent appreciation and enjoyment of one another's company. And the language barrier only made the occasional Masa joke ten times funnier, because it would be so unexpected. And he would just work his jokes into his normal speech pattern like it's not a joke. Like for example, after taking Masa, Friederike, and Abner to the good meat guy, baker, and then wine place, Masa starts his sentences with "So... Rotterdam Masta... where are we going now?"
Also, Masa is just naturally cool, without even an ounce of pretentiousness or self-consciousness. I'm gonna miss Masa. But yesterday we made a joke about someday meeting in New York unexpectedly as we sip on wine and puff on cigars at whatever random exhibition opening.
