UG Krishnamurti died a few months ago on March 22, 2007. Although I first met UG in 1979, I spent my most concentrated time around him since Dec. 2003, continuing with only short breaks until he died in Vallecrosia, Italy. During this period I found myself pulled to follow UG's unpredictable migration around the world. We went to India, California, New York, and all over Italy, Switzerland, France and Germany. He stayed regularly in these years in Gstaad, Switzerland, Palm Springs, California and Bangalore, India. But he moved daily from these bases, usually by car, in his life-long habit of wandering. He wasn't interested in travel to see tourist sites or even beauty spots, but seemingly to just be in motion, without a plan, a map, or a destination. The stark uncertainty of this drove most of us around him to real extremes of emotion, interrupted by hours of peace and wonder at the world, and at this extraordinary, unique man.

"Anyone who has been hanging around me for a long time cannot write sentimental shit! Others can write whatever they want, not those around me!" UG, 2006

We'll do the best we can, UG. But we remember him as the man who had the most impact on all of our lives, who we walked with in the streets, all the time amazed that the passersby didn't give a second glance to this great, great man.