This evening I had a meal with three friends, all contemporaries from the Johns Hopkins University School of Advanced International Studies Bologna Center, who happened to be in town for a day or two. We studied in Bologna together thirty years ago this year. We can’t pretend we look exactly the same, but inwardly I am sure that none of us feels particularly different from the way we felt back then (how it pains me to say the word ‘back’!). Certainly, if somebody had told us then, as we ate on our 500 lire university mensa meals, how we would all be transformed, we would not have believed it. And yet there we sat: a top flight lawyer, two ambassadors and a secretary general. Not bad; not bad.