We don’t fly north. We don’t fly south. We stay put here 365 days a year. Year in – year out. The people next door and the floor below and the building next door to that. The whole street and the next street and the next street, until it seems as if every building in the entire city seemed to join onto its neighbour to make just one vast single building, with only a series of walls between you and every other person in the city. Once we were just neighbours now we are friends. We never traveled far but we went the distance
