I climbed the stairs to step out of London Bridge’s tube station.  A cold draught blew in and I zipped my jacket. It indicated I was getting closer to the murky waters of River Thames. A thirty minute ride in the Jubilee Line from Wembley, would deport me to Central London. From there on it would be a seven minute walk traversing through the concordant and organized Borough Market in Southwark Street. This was my daily regime to reach office for the last one month.  It was the…