Thank you, Agnes. Thank you for your compliment. I was chuckling while you said that I can’t see my heart because I’m looking from the inside. You definitely have a great point there!

The book was A hundred years of Solitude. It is an interesting book but it was a little too long for my taste. It did however had a couple of interesting ideas, like the one I mentioned.

In any case, I think there is a connection we have through our hearts with the Universe, with all, and with ourselves. Within the context of those connections, it is hard to tell what is the significance of death other than a departure of the loved one. But I shouldn’t talk about this subjects. I have not lost any loved one to this day. And I think it is somehow unfair to talk with such lightness about this when I have not experienced such situation myself.

The closest I’ve been to death is when my son was 2 or 3 years old, he developed a muscle movement disorder, and they had to do an MRI because they had to rule out a brain tumor. At the time I remember thinking strongly about my grand father and an uncle who died as a child (of course I never met him), and for them to come and pick up my son and be with him if he died so he would not be scared.

Thankfully nothing happen. It was diagnosed as an otherwise benign movement disorder, but nothing too serious (we’ll see how things go when he needs to drive. I believe he would be better off living in a place where there is public transportation readily available), but so far he is doing great.

Here is he during a bike ride. The helmet is just for the bike.

This is starting to turn into my personal Facebook.

I hope you, your fiance and your family back home are well. And I send you a big hug, Sister!


Finding inspiration in movement. Searching for identity with words, and without them.