The last time I saw Boris Mann
I was scarfing down a second or third helping of chocolate cake drenched in custard at the EuroOSCON conference in Brussels when I heard a strangely familiar voice at the Jabber table next to me. I was about to check out his name tag to confirm my suspicions when Boris identified me first.
Strangely I think I’ve seen Boris more often in Europe than in Seattle and yet somehow never in his native Vancouver. Still, this is enough to elevate him into the exclusive club of people I’ve known in three three countries and across two continents.
