In a very old Neapolitan lullaby, a mother sings her son to sleep, ninna nanna, she sings, swaying and soothing, now is the time to sleep, don't worry, you can rest. It is so comforting and beautiful, and yet I imagine tears running down her face...

It's been another day where I've barely been able to catch my breath, deadlines without a break and one urgent task after another. By the end of the working day, I hardly know what's in my head, let alone my stomach and feet...