I kept thinking today about the purpose of this blog and why I feel this need to write something. A part of me has become almost addicted to it and would like to write to you every single day. But I wonder whether daily posts would eventually lose some of their substance, some of their purpose. Today, I decided to go back in time and tell you stories from my life and my childhood. Maybe that’s a good way to get to know someone. I know I would enjoy reading stories from other

Good morning, Europe. I’m awake. It is Saturday morning, 7:20 a.m., and I am beginning to write this article. I wonder why I couldn’t sleep for another hour, but then I remember that the moment I opened my eyes, I thought that if I happened to wake up, I could write something else for the blog. Something strange always happens whenever I begin writing. Although I don’t always have an idea I want to write about, as soon as I start hitting the keys, it feels as though a tap of