It may have been the clink of champagne glasses at last week’s Logan Center for Investigative Journalism Symposium in Berlin that finally drove me over the edge.
The toast came from Julian Assange’s friends and fellow cypherpunks. Some of the most brilliant minds in the world, whose contributions and support of him are beyond question.
As the creme de la creme of privacy activism and technology raised their glasses to Julian, they repeated the oft-heard and wistful mantra of “we hope that one day you will be here with us in person”.
The sentiment was clearly heartfelt but the motion felt inherently insufficient.
They seemed resigned to wait for something to occur, some kind of watershed event; an externally bestowed progress or resolution.