dear friends, I was busy moving from one flat to another so I wasn’t so much into writing lately. I moved from hell to heaven – hell was in my own flat facing the main street, like a big river with trams and buses. While heaven is near a park, in a very quite area. I always wanted to live near a park – why did it have to wait so much? Just because I had my own apartment? It is not always good to have your own things as long as they limit your perspective. It feels like I start a new life and the best things are waiting for me (it’s not about hoping, it’s feeling). Yesterday morning I was biking through the park – for the first time and I loved it 😉 In two years, since I bought that bike, I don’t know if I used it more than twice…