I was to become an assistant to a Member of the European Parliament: a person who learnt about me through a blog; a person from a different country; a person from a political group I knew nothing about. I was still severely damaged emotionally, so I was cautious to avoid busy places and would only walk during working hours or late at night. Up until that point, it did not even occur to me that “MO” approached me in particular for some ulterior reason other than talk about whatever intersection between anthropology and business—there were plenty of seats, after all, and lots of people to talk to.