I’ve recently calculated how long it’s been… But I always forget. Maybe it doesn’t matter, because it’s an eternal journey. Thank you for being part of my life, even if meeting you…, well! It was the first time we met in person, and the last time for the time being.Folytatom az olvasást!
Today is your 17th birthday. It’s the first day of your little life that I can’t spend with you. Time stands still, the soul speaks, and truth envelops man in light… For 16 years, I got to spend almost every day with you. I have been present in your life.Folytatom az olvasást!
This story could also be included in the biography section. Maybe I’ll include it. After all, although it is apparently only the story of my former magazine, it is also my story. It was Friday when I returned home from the other side of the world, almost metres away. MyFolytatom az olvasást!
In my previous post, we were on my understanding. How I began to understand the various turning points, decisions and processes in my life. That I had been living my life in the dead space of myself. For example, I have read the story of my birth many times, butFolytatom az olvasást!
A year ago, I wrote an ultimately unpublished post on Life on Wheels with the following proposition: Can a minibus change your life? And I immediately added. Obviously not, but it could be close enough. Soon afterwards, I set off on a 4,000-kilometre journey in a minibus that changed everythingFolytatom az olvasást!