It is London, it is spring and to me it is a miracle she is here. Months of e-mails and messaging are forgotten as a dream appears.I watch her step from the taxi and walk up the stairs and into the foyer. Even if I did not recognise her face, her shy hesitant steps would give her away. I wave and start to move towards her, shaking apprehensively until I see her smile and move towards me.“Hi, how are you?” Her voice, just...