Dear Allan, I prefer not to send you a love letter, because you are male and they are not very fashionable at the moment — too big and no extra holes in them- but what else can I do than immediately apply for the job of Allen Ishacs foot kisser? Have to be paid in Euro’s of course and you have to send me your feet on a daily basis. I prefer to stay in the most beautiful city of the tiny little Kingdom of the White Oranges. No offense intended, but your country is beginning to resemble Mordor too much.