Preparing for Gamescom in Cologne

We’re back from our holiday. It ended in the way it was suppose to have started, in a beautiful village where time and place seemed almost forgotten. It was only there and then I really started to appreciate this holiday, and I wished it wouldn’t have come to and end quite so soon. Two weeks pass quickly. It was a vacation that was most needed and yet I didn’t take proper care of it. Yes, I slept, did some sport, went to the beach and finished reading The Painter of Battles, a brilliant book from the ever so excellent Arturo Pérez-Reverte. But I let it pass unnoticed, without savouring those rare moments of peace and relaxation a holiday has to offer.
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Two days later… My head is buzzing from stress. I am planning for a conference, Gamescom in Cologne. It’s with dread and excitement alike. I love the vibe, meeting new people and bumping into old contacts and acquaintances. But there is also the dread… meeting people I’ve seemingly met before but not recognising them. Because I am convinced I suffer from face blindness. A condition where one doesn’t recognise people from the past. It happens a lot to me. I fish for information, scan every detail of their faces in an attempt to recognise any familiarity, often to no avail. It’s a serious condition often mistaken for being stupid and blonde. Something I partially admit to, albeit only the latter.

A curious detail is that the condition only seems to apply to my encounters with men. Female faces I tend to remember for some strange and obscure reason. And so I shall be at complete loss tomorrow. After all the gaming industry is one under male domination.