A father daughter momentMadeleine and I check out the Robert Raushenberg retrospective at the Tate Modern. Here is our hero on the train ride home.
For a period of time we lost Eitan to adolescence and today I fear it is Madeleine. I still get the occasional slight smile or even giggle for my jokes but more often then not it is the rolled eyes, or . . silence. I feel for the kid : routine, hard work and no end in sight. What is the payback ? It is for her and us to find out.