Sitting at my desk, trying to fight an ‘Oh god, will I ever be done with this manuscript?’-feeling, I searched for inspiration. I am in desperate need for a spark that will not only my light DARK FIBER, but my mind and my writing. It doesn’t have to be much, just a teeny weeny spark will suffice. You would say that the lady in white, that beautiful snow-covered oldie outside we call Amsterdam, would be enough to get me back on track, but it’s not. Not today. What else is there to inspire me? Fiddling around at my desk, I stumbled upon a picture from way back. It’s a photo of the Ricciotti Ensemble and it features one of my two dearests. He played…