Spring came at last - it is raining outside, soft breeze is gently ruffling my hair as I type, flowers and cherries blossom. Spring was here last weekend. We went to the Cherry Blossom Festival. We saw Washington DC at its most crowded, young dads and moms carrying on their shoulders the cutest babies I have seen, lovers walking hand in hand, unskilled but extremely handsome artists trying to paint the cherry trees. The city owes this international festival to the Japanese, who a long time ago planted several hundreds of cherry trees alongside the Potomac, transforming this city, which is already reminiscent of ancient Rome, into a rosy, aromatic, even exotic place. All those university students enjoying the scene on the grass, and the cheerful youthful crowd surrounding them reminded me of the Bogazici University reunions, they were also in spring time, we had erguvans - the bright pink blossoms of trees in the campus, and we had the Bosphorus panorama - well, its wasn't ours, but it was free to enjoy. While the scene, and maybe even the reuinon itself is somewhat of a cliche, it brings back memories of tuna sandwich sessions at the Sosyete Kantin (what a funny name), finals, and surprizes.