I began to jog the moment my car door shut. I’d hate to look flustered, but I was already 12 minutes late, and I couldn’t afford to be unpunctual – not with this interview, which I’ve been pursuing for several weeks now, and not with this woman, whose time, I am positive, is far more precious than gold. The café, overlooking the marina, was airy and spacious. Instead of piped-in music that often permeates such establishments, there was only the sound of waves and the familiar smell of coffee being expertly brewed, and enjoyed in peace. There were only a few people about – if that was a function of the early hour, or if she made sure that the place wouldn’t be crowded by reserving the whole place, I don’t know. With this woman, everything is possible. But I doubt it. She has never been photographed, so her anonymity [...]
