Whilst I was waiting for my friend in her office I glanced along the bookshelves and one book stood out:

The Korean script looked beautifully alien amidst the other English books. I don’t know what it says but I love the golden shapes.  And whilst the language is alien to me – I am reminded that this sense of otherness is entirely relative. As the musician Ali Faka Toure says of his home town in Mali:

 ‘For most people when they think of Timbuktu it is at the edge of the world. But for us is it is the centre of the world’