America, Four Years Later

I am not retracing Tocqueville’s steps, I am retracing my own steps. And this is not America, but only a very small spot of it, a vertical strip between Interstate 15 and State Street, somewhere south of Salt Lake City.

72 hours since I am here, and I dare to say that I’ve almost adjusted the timezone. I am nevertheless tired, because I normally hate the meetings, but now I have to go through 7 days and half of meetings and group discussions. After only two full days, I realize that meetings are nice… unless you’re part of them.

This piece of America hasn’t changed much since May 2004, the first time I’ve met it–except maybe for a relatively successful Walmart that has been replaced by two other stores with fewer visitors.
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