A rainy, misty day in Olde Towne, Alexandria. I am beginning to love this place, which is so old you can see Civil War-era colonial houses on your way to work. It is at the same time French and Italian, and Oriental. Amidst all the traffic, busy life of the greater city Old Town is part of, there is silence and peace of mind. More than ever, I am beginning to think of this city as one of the truly amazing place to be. I am drawn into a daily newspaper I once thought vain and couldn't bear to read: the Washington Post. Thanks to the personal history of its publisher and owner Kay Graham, thanks to a close follow up of the internal dynamics shaping the political landscape of this country, I am beginning to believe in the power of chaos and coincidence: decision-making is the result of a chaotic process, and the result is more than often unpredictable. This gives me the reason to be interested, once again, in the day-to-day gossip, scandals, drama of politics. I like reading editorials in the Post, I even find them witty and sharp, and independent (in a peculiar logical way that only makes sense if you take into consideration the unique place ideas were born in). One year after I came to DC, I am still not sure I reached its bottom - I am still learning and trying to make sense, yet I am hopeful and enthusiastic. If anything, mine is the transformation of an outsider who was inevitably drawn into the inner working of a place full of the good, the bad, and the ugly.