One evening I got off the tube and my daughter picked up an Evening Standard lying on the platform and then dropped half of it. That evening I looked through the remaining pages and saw a flat for sale in Campden Hill Gardens—in my favorite neighborhood in London. But it was too expensive so I put the paper aside.
In the days that followed I went for a job interview and I walked through Holland Park. I saw two policemen on horseback. The first rode off fast towards Campden Hill Gardens and the second one followed. Then I told my colleague at my work that I had seen this flat for sale but it was too expensive. She said take out a 100% mortgage. I did, the price was reduced in those three weeks, and I became the owner of the second floor flat at number 12 Campden Hill Gardens.
Like Bruce Chatwin’s attic, I had a lovely view from my kitchen window over the garden and beyond with a wonderful sky. It was like magic.