In the engine of the coach that took me from central Warsaw to Modlin Airoprt,
in the baby Boeing that flew me to Brussels,
in the German nuclear power plant - foolishly scheduled for closure in a few years time - that I flew over,
in the Pont d'Aquitane that I (illegally) walked over,
in the cellars of Margaux,
in the chimneys of Battersea Power Plant (in Pigs too),
in the Cardiff Bay Barrage
and in Skype, through which kept in touch with my daughter - I saw the power of man.
Lord, you are amazing!
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