(Can this be called an introduction?) Introduction.

AFTER a walk in the wide streets of Paris, protesting to be precise, I decided to walk most way back then taking the bike for a ride back. It started to rain a little. It was pouring down when I put the key in the keyhole to get inside the flat.

Step in my world.

Right at this present moment, I am sitting on my sofa bed, drinking a hot chocolate that was made with kindness and love. I am not alone. Nor physically nor spiritually, but I am surronded by thoughts. They are unseen, and unknown. Flying through my mind, in and out. The good side is that I have no time to meet boredom, but the down side is that I do not have a clue where they are coming from...